想寫這一篇很久了。
還記得在不久前，當我還是一個小孩子的時候，她總是走在我的身邊，放慢腳步來遷就我短小的雙腿。
曾幾何時，我慢慢的走在她的前方？
我是否走得太快，只懂得往前看而忽略了身後的人、事、物？
或許是我最近常常跟她出門，我忽然發現了，曾幾何時，她不再走在我身邊，而是在我的後方掙扎著追著我的一足一印？
我…
是否曾回頭看過她，顧及她能否跟上嗎？
當我回頭看到她辛苦掙扎上樓梯的那一幕，我忽然覺得很沉重，也不禁害怕，到底她還能陪我走多久？
我很怕…
我真的很怕有那麼一天，當我回頭，再也看不到她了，那我該怎麼辦？
這一雙手，我可以牽著，到天長地久嗎？
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I have been wanting to blog this for somedays.
Not too long ago, when I was still a kid, she has always been by my side, taking a much smaller step just to make sure that I won't have a hard time following.
Yet since when did the steps become so much slower than before and instead of walking side by side, she has fallen behind.
Am I just put too much focus to the path in front of me and neglected the things, issues and people behind me?
Have I ever take a step back or even turn and take a look to ensure that she is following behind me?
May be I have been going out with her more often than before, which is what make me realised that she has been struggling behind me to make sure that she can keep up with my pace.
DID I EVER ONCE STOP AND TAKE A LOOK AT HER? I can't help but questioned myself.
My heart was throbbing when I saw her struggling up the stairs, and I freak. How long more can she follow me?
I am afraid.
I am really very scared that one day when I turn I won't find her anymore, what should I do then?
If God could give me a wish, if there is a pair of hands that I would like to hold till the very end, these, would be the pair of hands that I would choose.
I love you, Mom.
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I have been wanting to blog this for somedays.
Not too long ago, when I was still a kid, she has always been by my side, taking a much smaller step just to make sure that I won't have a hard time following.
Yet since when did the steps become so much slower than before and instead of walking side by side, she has fallen behind.
Am I just put too much focus to the path in front of me and neglected the things, issues and people behind me?
Have I ever take a step back or even turn and take a look to ensure that she is following behind me?
May be I have been going out with her more often than before, which is what make me realised that she has been struggling behind me to make sure that she can keep up with my pace.
DID I EVER ONCE STOP AND TAKE A LOOK AT HER? I can't help but questioned myself.
My heart was throbbing when I saw her struggling up the stairs, and I freak. How long more can she follow me?
I am afraid.
I am really very scared that one day when I turn I won't find her anymore, what should I do then?
If God could give me a wish, if there is a pair of hands that I would like to hold till the very end, these, would be the pair of hands that I would choose.
I love you, Mom.
