Having no choice is sad

I always have a life goal to achieve: I am free to choose.

Of course in some circumstances, I have no choice at all such as seeing Mummy getting old or getting sick. I don't know how I can cope with her ageing. One of the colleagues who was having her tears dropping, told me that her Mum went back to England this morning. She told me she was so sad to see her Mum had shrunk a lot. Then she was kind of giving herself and me a comfort by saying that we are all gonna go through that horrible stage. My mind went blank suddenly.

I realize that I have never ever prepared for Mum's ageing or even dare to think of it. I am not ready. I know I have to get myself ready to face the reality before I am going to see her this year. Again, I have no choice. It is sad.

Oh, yes. Mother's day is coming. Let me choose a present for my Mummy. Let me just love her dearly no matter how old she has become.