You said: “Do not worry.”

Sis just smsed that Mum cut herself badly…. The top of the thumb was sliced off.

I froze for a long moment… as if trying to register what was that simple message of 12 words meant.
Mum is bleeding. Mum is in pain. Mum must be crying. She is not alright.

And I cried. Sobbing uncontrollably into my pillows.

How can I not be worried? How can I be somewhere so far away- where I couldn’t reach out and touch her?

Am I too worrisome? Think it’s damn right to do so.

Am I a filial daughter? Fuck. No.