If I could ease away my parents’ pain, I will.
If I could take away their worries and shoulder a part of their burden, I will.
If I could send my love to warm their hearts right this minute, I will.
The love that crosses the deepest of oceans, the blackest of night. A love so strong, so potent, yet so hungry for their hug.
Only a hug. Or even just their presence.
I am deprived of their physical presence.
I long to go back home.
To run back home.
Fly back home.
If I could seep through the ills of their bodies and have miracle hands, I will heal them. Restore them the joys of their health robbed by the stresses of raising five children.
If I could. Only if I could.
All I can do now is to love them. Pray for them.
Tell them I love them. I love you Dad. I love you Mom.
Love them to the point that my heart beats wildly as it overflows to the brim because right now, I cannot hug them.
How bad could it be, that I cannot hug them?
Oh how I long to hug them.
To run back home and hug them.