As we all aware of, knowing the truth is more painful than knowing the lies until the ends meet. But I find it on an amusing way as I waited for almost 24 years for my mother to be back and hence it was my stepsister and stepbrother, by whom without my knowledge existed, came to our door. The feeling of happiness and sadness mixed that I failed to realize what to feel first the very first time I heard the news they had brought. The mother I have waited for almost one-fourth of my expected life had already passed away. But still, hearing it never made my spirit or hope stumbled for I never felt like my mother had already gone to the other life. Seems like her presence is always around me, following me wherever I go. Until now, for months since the big destruction had reached our home, still, I can't digest if it's a fact or just a twisted plot. But above all, I've still held onto the principle that God's will must always be done and He's the only one knows the purpose but for sure it's for the greater good.