Is it better to have loved and lost than never to have loved before?
My mother has been visiting me for the past two weeks. Out of the sweetness of her heart she offered to cook for me, clean for me, and even do my laundry so that I could focus on passing my professional certification exam. At first I was hesitant. I had become accustomed to a certain solitary rhythm that would be disturbed by her presence. And yet, I felt guilty for being so selfish. It had been far too long since I last saw my mother, and what right did I have to prevent her from visiting her own daughter?