I remember one old story, I don’t recall where I heard it, but the message stuck in my head. They call it ‘Survival of the Fittest’. In nature, every living thing compete with one another. It’s the law of nature they say, either you eat or you’re eaten. There’s…

I miss you, mom. There’s still apart of me that wish you’re still here, with dad, and sis. However, you always know that I’m not the wishful type, but mom, I can’t lie that I still wish that we’re still together by the fireplace in the living room. You would be sitting on that…