​I believe everybody is at least scared of something.

What is mine?

Dying alone. (I have mentioned this a few times in my past blog entries.)

Most likely, dying alone happens when my parents, relatives, friends, and loved ones are completely gone. (So far, I already have lost my sister. I just written a previous blog post, "Losing A Loved One.")

What is my imagination of dying alone?

​14 years ago, my sister passed away on a Saturday night.

My family from San Diego visited us on that weekend. I will not be too specific on how my sister died. (It is very hurtful.) Again, she died tragically (and unexpectedly). I did not witness her death at all. It always makes me wonder what if I was with her.

Where were you at the time?

​To all the mothers out there. In my heart, Mother's Day is every day to me.

Last Sunday, I did not get to see my mom until 8pm.

Why?

​Because I worked all day.

​What did you tell your mom?

Obviously, I greeted her with a hug. Then, I nervously told her, "I love you, Mom.

Why were you nervous?

I am not used to saying, "I love you," to my parents. I show my love to them only through action.

​"The past dies, the present lives, and the future awaits."
-My High School Self graduated in 2005

​(Sorry, I was not able to find my high school yearbook. No high school senior picture nor my quote, then. I will update this entry whenever I do find my yearbook.)

This quote fully described who I was as a person at that time. I will dissect this quote piece by piece.