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From where I stood, his cry can still be heard. No matter how far I would go, it just went louder and even more painful. I badly want to stay close to him but it would be heart-wrenching to see him that way. I just wish I could hug him to at least ease his pain but if I do I will just weaken him. After an hour and a half, he's now calmly resting on his bed while facing the window. He loves viewing the sky and so he requested even from day 1 to move near the window yet he can't have it not until the patient lying there just died a few months ago. "M-mom." He whispered when he saw me beside his bed. I waved my hand and tried to show my sweetest smile. "You're so strong, Kiann." I mouthed at him and send him a flying kiss. Kiann is so strong. He survives a year of chemotherapy without even complaining to me. He never said he was in pain. He never shows me his cry. He tried to pretend his okay all the time. He's my only son. Kiann has stage

    For years, I kept my guard up too high that no one can reach. Surrounded by shredded glass and adorned by sharpened stalactites, no one has ever tried to climb the walls. Roofs were built with the most nonpermeable sheets, so even small oxygen gasps won’t be successful. Contrary to what others may think, what’s inside is not dead- it is alive. It just needs to be kept out from the sight of death. And so within fifty kilometers of circumference, every security aid is alerted by a loud sound of the gong coming from within. No one has dared to see it forefront. No one has a single view of what’s in its façade nor what is there to see after conquering those walls. No one was allowed-EXCEPT HIM.      As the night falls, from within rang the loudest bangs of the gong I had ever heard ever since. Every cortisol and adrenaline rush to release pointed arrows toward a single invader of the land I only called mine. How outrageous that creature must be for breaking the silence within the wal

          On the 22nd day of September, a few years ago, I made a letter and gave it to you. The usual greetings, I wrote happy birthday and every little wish I have for you. I can still remember including some words of greetings from our classmates just so I could make you feel better while you were away. In the latter part, I have there a code- a code I personally designed so you won't find any hint on the internet. I thought about that code for almost five years fearing it would be easy for you to decode it. And certainly up to these days you're still not getting it. I told you strictly just across that code that you have to wait for a decade to know what's the secret message.      So today, I patiently waited for this moment to come when I could personally tell you what's hidden behind those characters. It took me a decade to compose myself, build the confidence I need, and prepare myself for rejection.    We both know you loved me first. But I'm still afraid of