Mama died very early this morning, the doctor said it was cardiac arrest. Just yesterday, I knelt down unflinching when she used her heavily soaked “sugar”cane on me. Somehow, it was supposed to chase out the demons in my chest. It wasn’t the first time, however, it wasn’t meant to be the last. Now I’m holding her barely cold hands, wishing she understood that she didn’t need to worry so much about me and didn’t need a sugarcane to chase out the demons in my chest. But Mama just lay here, lifeless with her dry and useless sugarcane.