What A Waste

Today, I feel so sad, disappointed, frustrated, and I just can't help but cry. I cried not because I am angry, I cried because I feel so bad about something I did specially for the mothers and in the end was thrown away to the garbage bin by someone who left his mind at home. I wrote letters to the mothers in our department, I wrote them by heart. I had my night duty, and went to buy flowers then came back to the hospital just to give the flowers to the mothers on duty and left the ones who had their off, expecting that they could receive it the following morning, but then to my shocked and a bad surprise, all of the flowers that were left were all gone!! All of my efforts, my time, thoughts and money were wasted, were trashed. I really feel so bad about it, I feel so bad that I just cried my heart out. You know the feeling that you can't do something about what happened, that you really thought everything will turn out right but then there will always someone who will mess up the play, who will mess the whole setting and then the time is up and you can't undo the things he had done. You can't take back the lost time and the lost effort. I can't make another letter as the one I did, the thoughts may be the same but the way I wrote it will never be. The thought and the timing will never be the same. If yesterday was the chance that I have been waiting for, then I missed it and I don't know when will I have the chance again or if there will be another chance for me to have. Just because that mother's day had passed and the flowers were still there, it doesn't mean that I can't give them flowers anymore, so he had to throw it away and he knew that there were letters attached to each of the flowers. If he had to throw the flowers, lest he should throw the letters. GRRRR! If I have to count what I lost, I would just fret and I can't move on. I guess I learned a lesson, and I need it so that next time I know what I'll do when the time comes. I just realized that I'm still a child inside.