Thoughts just thoughts

My mother never valued life or lived it for real... but I know in her last days, she was longing for living the life that made her miserable everyday...

She told me she just wants to be able to have a cup of tea in front of the TV... like she used to. But she was still unable to do this simple task.

Although I know she felt miserable everyday doing that, and had trouble getting out of bed of that... Yet she was longing for it.