Autumn

Taking care of elderly is stressful, mentally and physically.

The triggering point is that I was mad at achieving a distinction grade for the literature exam tomorrow,

and while my granny was endlessly finding her words to finish her sentence,

it caught my nerve.

Yet while I was walking home, 

I can't help thinking how the media was focusing on commercialism yet how many elderly are there waiting for help.

Right now granny is in a centre which she really likes

Yet she is fearful towards the requirement for the events.

Or is it that I was listening to saddening eason chan's songs lately

or is the autumn weather ?

Plus the beautiful tragedy of Literature ::

Easter 1916, Oscar Wilde, Rocking Horse winner...

Thinking about it, I felt so regretful for the harm I did to Granny

All the bad words from an immature person.

Highly retrospective due to the unresolved family conflicts.
People who hurt and highly disrespectful.
That's the time I think I really have to learn to withstand things.