kingdom come already, the leaf are falling through the branches and without any warning I fell the yearning of my mother's forgotten words once again. My heart is bleeding although I wonder if is a fantasy to keep wondering about it. Perhaps you should stand aside and watch. It was a saturday afternoon, my mother was very sick I think I made her breakfast...fruits and a toast, she never was the kind of person who would take a large breakfast but ever since she fell sick a poor appetite roam her plate, so for me was doleful try to make her eat. I made a fruit salad cutting every little piece in a complicated construction. although she was week she radiated strenght. She fell the night before trying to go to the bathroom.