11/18/2025
Today has been one of the hardest days for me. My mom has had no appetite at all — not even a small bite — and watching her lose interest in food breaks my heart in ways I can’t fully explain. She spent most of the day drifting in and out of her thoughts, daydreaming with a distant look in her eyes, as if her mind had wandered somewhere far away. I kept calling her name softly, hoping she would come back to me, even just for a moment. Seeing her like this hurts more than anything. I try to stay strong on the outside, but inside I feel scared, helpless, and worried. I wish I could lift her weakness, take away her discomfort, or bring back her energy the way it used to be. I sit beside her, hold her hand, and remind her that I’m here — that she’s not facing this alone. Even though today felt heavy, I’m holding on to hope. I’m praying that tomorrow will be kinder, that she will eat a little, smile a little, or speak a little more. All I want is to see her slowly return, piece by piece. My heart just wants her to get better.
