she told me i've been a good son. i said, i'd tried, but she said i did more than just try, i was good to her and helped her and she knew it and was so glad for it. all the effort, all the work i've been doing, going to see her, calling her, putting up with her just to tell her i love with her. even though it frightened me, even though i wanted to accuse her of all sorts of things. it worked. just when i thought nothing in life works, when it seems that every effort fails, something i did worked. worked so well that when my mother needed to cry, she called me to cry in my ear.

please let those words replay in my ear everytime i wake up, let them paint over her past harsh words that hurt me for so many years.