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I can't believe I had to kiss that punk. The tingling feeling still remains on my lips. My poor, abused lips. 

Now that I think about it, we have to get even more affectionate in order to pass as a "newlywed couple". The thought alone makes me cringe. 

A knock's made on my door. My mom slips in with a small smile. She sits on my bed, next to me, in silence. Before speaking, she gives me a smile. "Honey, did you eat dinner yet? The food I left for you was left untouch," she asks in concern. Crease forms on her forehead, adding more to the wrinkles on her aging face. 

My eyes burn everytime I witness this sight. It's heartbreaking but one can never escape nature itself. Aging is a naturally process us humans go through once you reach a particular age. 

"Mom..." I croak. Tears well up and my nose tingles in a weird way. She doesn't utter a word and pulls me into her embrace. She pats my back softly, comforting this small crying girl I am.

The thought of seperating from my mom pains my heart. I tell myself that it's temporary. Nonetheless, I can't help but worry. With my mom's condition, it's ridiculous to leave her alone in the house. 

She rocks me back and forth and whispers words that warms my heart and breaks it at the same time. 

"Mom, I'll have to go somewhere for quite some time," I wipe my tears after I pull away from her,"Think of it as a training. It won't be long but...." I grasp her hand that has obviously aged along with time. 

"I know what you want to say. I'll be fine at home. What's there to fear?" She softly chuckles. 

"Can you help me pack, mom?" 

"Of course, honey," she pats my head and swings my closet open.