Regret Never Fade

Part 2: Childhood Memories

When I was young, my mother was always there, caring for me and loving me unconditionally. However, as I grew older, I rarely paid attention to her. I assumed she would always be there, ready to wait and forgive, so I continued doing whatever I wanted. The late nights out, the times she called but I didn’t answer, the meals she prepared that I didn't touch—all these now haunt me as regretful memories.

Part 3: Realization of Her Sacrifices

When my mother was alive, I was indifferent, unaware that each day she spent with me was at the cost of her health and silent sacrifices. During that time, my love was directed elsewhere. I was engrossed in youthful emotions, pursuing a girl I thought was my whole world, investing all my time and energy into that relationship, forgetting the greatest love was right beside me—my mother’s love.

Part 4: A Mother’s Concern

My mother would often tell me, “Take care of your health, remember to look after yourself, go for a check-up.” Those words now echo in my heart like a wake-up call. I was selfish, only thinking of myself, not realizing her love was always for me, even without reciprocation. Her last words, four hours before she left, were still about my well-being: “Why aren’t you sleeping? It’s late, you’re also sick, get some rest.” Even from her hospital bed, she never stopped worrying about me.

Part 5: Unending Regret

The care and sacrifices my mother made for me, I had never once expressed my love for her. That night, I didn’t know it would be the last time I heard her voice. The next morning, she was gone forever. It’s been three years, years filled with emptiness and irreplaceable memories. I once thought time would ease the pain, but each day deepens the loss and the understanding of what I missed.

Part 6: A Final Farewell and Reflection

Looking at her picture, I can’t hold back my tears. I see a woman who sacrificed everything for me but wasn’t loved as she deserved. The day I said goodbye to her was also my birthday—a day meant for celebration became the saddest of my life. I can’t forget standing by her altar, my heart aching. It was cold that year, but the coldest part was in my heart. Alone, without anyone visiting during those days, I sat beside her altar.

Part 7: A Message to Others

A birthday should be a day to thank my mother for bringing me into this world, but that day, all I could do was helplessly watch her leave, taking with her all the things I hadn’t done, the words of love I hadn’t spoken. To those who still have their mothers, I wish they cherish every moment with her. Don’t wait until she’s gone to realize that she is the most precious thing in life. Say loving words while you can, spend time caring for her because time never comes back.

Part 8: A Mother's Eternal Love

For me, my mother is not just a giver of life but a symbol of unconditional love and immense sacrifice. Even though she has gone far away, she remains a source of motivation in my heart, inspiring me to live better and not let her sacrifices be in vain.