She said that with with a smile.
Her white cheek turned red.
"But it's thousand time bearable than the 26 years of hers"
Tears fell from her warm cheek.
'Yes' it should be painful. It is.'
I could say no word.
No word of comfort.
My hands moved and rubbed her shoulder hoping that I could comfort her.
"But at least she have all of you."
That hit me like a bullet.
'Will my presence make any difference?'
'Could I wipe away all her tears?'
'Brighten her dark night?'
'Put a smile on her face on these very tearful days?'
'And probably lessen her burden?'
All these questions struck me.
Did I do enough for her?