Love, we either fall in or out of it.
but have you ever met anyone who never knew love ?




Since young, Joseph was overly-pampered.
He'd get which ever toys he wanted whenever a toy advertisement captures his eyes.
His mom, a single parent, showered him with so much love.
Every night, she would read him bedtime stories til he was sound asleep.

Being the only child, its no doubt he was loved alot.

Growing up from childhood to pre-teen, he changed.
Puberty and Maturity came and altered his ego, attitudes and behaviour.

He was different. He wasn't the Joseph his parents knew.
Everytime he'd come home from school, he would order his mom around.
Bossing her as if she was his slave, his mom would never say no to his commands. Afterall, he was her son, and the only son she had.
She loved him so. Joseph never knew.

He took everything for granted, even his meals.
When there is even the slightest bit of vegetables in his soup, he'd shout at his mom and curse at her. Using the explicits and vulgarities he picked up from his group of friends, he shot his mout off whenever he felt like it. At times, when his mom couldn't take it, she'd walk up to her room and cry alone for a couple of hours, then returning to her son and apologising even thought none of it was her fault.

Joseph love'd it when people around him were angry or sad, he liked seeing the exasperated or depressed faces of others. Sometimes, just for the fun of it, he'd punched his mother in the nose and laughs as she bleeds. His mother would never scold or yell at him but instead let him continue with his mischief. Being barbaric most of the time, he was never a happy person. Never felt happy, never felt love. And until this day, he has never uttered those three powerful words to her, "I love you."

In the month of autumn, Joseph's mom went for a medical checkup.
To her horror, she discovered a tumor around her heart and brain. At that point of time, the only thing that bothered her was how Joseph would cope on his own. With no other form of kin, he would be left all alone. After all that he's done to her, she still cared and loved Joseph.

As she returned home, his Joseph had placed a container full of paint on top of the door's edge. As she walked up to the porch of the door, she wondered how she would bring about the tradgic news which she's just found out to her son. Ignoring that thought, she walked in. Twisting the door knob and pushing the door open, the container toppled over bottoms first and the weight of the paint increased the force of it knocking her out unconsciously. Paint spilt all over the floor and stained her dress. The impact had caused a swelling right above the tumor and had made it active.

All Joseph did was laugh at his mother's misfortune, after realising that she hasn't moved for several seconds, he rushed to the phone and dialled for the paramedics. This time, he had gone too far. He was afraid. Nervous, he typed the numbers clumsily and had dialled incorrectly a couple of times. Calming himself down, he thought of an excuse to give if he was questions. This was the excuse.

"I returned home from the playground and to my horror, i saw my own mother try to drown herself in paint. I stopped her but it was too late, she had passed out."

To make it more real, he poured the remains of paint onto her face and mouth. He dialled emergency and minutes later, they had arrived. The paramedics brought Joseph's mother into the ambulance, with Joseph sitting beside his mother. They had questioned him and that's when he used his excuse.

Hours later, they managed to get paint out of her lungs but some of it had dried and was stuck onto the walls of her esophagus. Breathing was diffucult. With only sips of air, she was breathless even by saying a few words.

Joseph had felt a tiny bit of remorse, he clasped his mother's hand and sat there beside his mom. Touched, his mother chocked up, tears couldn't stop flowing as she felt so happy to be with her son and this time, he didn't provoke her with his nonsense.

Joseph for the first time saw his mother weep. He had never experienced this feeling of guilt before. Usually when we walks past his mother's room, he would hear cries but normally he wouldn't care too much and sometimes ask her to shut up. His conscience started bugging him.

As more tears came flowing down, her heartbeat had increased. The tumor was starting to attack all her vital organs and arteries. Both her brain and heart was affected too. Joseph was more afraid than ever. He rushed to the doctors nearby and they performed a coronary artery bypass. This had aggravated the condition. With blood pumped faster around her ciculatory system, so did the tumourous cells.

This had caused the cells to reach all parts of her body quicker. Now, with about 95% of her body occupied by them, it was just a matter of seconds before she was about to leave this world.
Joseph watched as doctors tried every form of help they could give to save her. He watched helplessly as her heartrate was decreasing, he wanted to say something before she was about to leave.

Thinking hard, he remembered.
He rushed to the bedside and declared those three words,
"I lo... ... "

*Beeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeep*


He was too late, her heart rate had stopped.
His one chance of claiming his love for his mother and he blew it.
Silence and agony filled the room, the doctors have lost a patient and Joseph had lost not just his mom but his only kin and a loved one.
Just when he wanted to tell his mom how much he loved her, he was a second too late.
His mother has moved on from this world.
All gone, he was the only one left.
With no one to fend for him, he was isolated from love til he parted with life and had gone to meet death.





If you have a loved one that you want to proclaim your love to, do it now or soon! Once he or she leaves this world, you may never get another chance to say it anymore ...

take care readers !