Chapter 65

Time flies even more when you busy yourself, and before I knew it more than 15 years has already passed since I have come to live in this place, and as much as every day is an agony to wake up and think that it is one more day that mother is passing at the paws of that disgusting lion, and yet it does not matter that thinking of such only gives me a sense of guilt and loathing against myself for not being able to be there for her now, for not being able to stop him as much as I cannot stop my own thoughts from wandering off.

But at least that keeps my sense of urgency alive and kicking.

So as much as, for some, it may seem like such a short period of time, being 'only' one month, for me it has been more than enough already, any time would have, for me every single day added to her situation is more than enough.

Mother… I won't cry anymore, but I won't forget either.