I could do more

I’m crying.

I’m crying for the fact that I can’t do nothing.

I saw them working hard every single day.

I saw them wake up early in the morning to get to work.

I saw them went home from work when it’s almost dark already.

I saw my mother walked slowly.

I saw my father walked in pain.

I wish I could do more for them.

I really wish I could do more.

I wish to be with them right now.

I wish I can talk to them like talking to close friend.

I wish I can tell them everything.

I wish to just sit beside them.