One day I sat in the living room at night watching tv as usual, and suddenly mom came out with a small bottle and a special type of comb in her hands.
I asked her, what are you doing mom?
What is that you're holding?
She told me it was a bottle of black hair dye, she said she just dyed hers so she's gonna do it for my dad. She said they gotta do it or they'll turn into Storm from X-men. Gray haired.
So my dad sat on a lower chair, and as still as a statue, he let my mother work on his hair.
My mom combed from front to back, from left to right, making sure that the dye is equally distributed all around the head. There and then, I sat and I gazed, and my mind traveled back in time, seeing bits and pieces of my memories about the both of them flashing in front of my eyes.
I stopped and I snapped back to reality and damn, I didn't realize how much they've aged. How their black hair faded slowly but surely with time. How those little lines magically appeared on their faces and how easily they fall asleep on the couch at night. I felt, well really I did not know how I really felt but I was sure that the tv sounds drifted to the back of my head. I feared time and it's power to take away the things that matters most.
We don't realize that time is working it's magic on us all until something hits you at the back of your head. We tend to forget and take it all for granted. But all I gotta say is, life, live it to the fullest. Though the skies are dark and gloomy, you ought to know that the sun will never run out of light to shine on us all.

So, I LOVE YOU ALL! Good Day!

...like a comet blazing 'cross the evening sky, Gone Too Soon.

2:45 AM