Blessed are the meek

I feel the pain in my heart, the unwillingness to treat you like that... The tears that came running down my cheeks with a guilty feeling.

But I'm still seeing red but I can't bring myself to quarrel with you or answer you back... With the door slightly open, you asked me to take dinner...

The scene and the feeling at that moment just makes me heart-broken... I can't bring myself to treat you like that but I'm still angry... I just don't understand why...

I've not spoken much to you since you came back, I really don't know what to do...

But I just wanna let you know...

I really love you. Mum.