Those Days Back Home

I spent 35 years by my mother’s side, learning all her joys and sorrows and witnessing the struggles and heartbreak she kept hidden from others. I often wonder: How should a person live their life? My mother never gave up trying and struggling, yet it seems she could never escape the cruel twists of fate. If she had been more resolute back then and not married my father, would things be better now? If she had been more ruthless and left us behind, perhaps she would have had a better life. If only...

But do we really get so many chances to start over in life?