Grey.Hair.

Today I saw my mom. I saw her, I looked at her, I saw her grey hair. And I'm crying. Because I was not going to see her, I was going straight to my bedroom like I always do. I just stick to be in my bedroom in my own world most of the time. I do not see her. But today I did. And I cried. Because I was not going to repair her. I was going to go to my life without even take a glimpse of my mother. I was so embraced in my own life that I only saw my mom because of a moment of distraction. And her grey hair made me realize I need to see her more, to notice her more. Because it was tonight, this day, the second day of autumn, that I noticed my mom has grey hair.