My worst moment.

I remember when I was a child, I used to disrespect my parents. I used to call my mum all kinds of names and little did I know that one day she will sleep and never to wake up again.
In 2004, I was 9 years old when she just died while taking some medication in the house. I did not know that despite her long term sickness, I used to add insult to her injuries by being disobedient. I regret because I did not say sorry for my mischief before her eternal slumber.

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