Today is my mom’s birthday, and she is sick. I think nothing makes me more anxious and short-tempered than knowing that my mom is unwell. I know this is counter-productive, being upset just when she needs me the most… But I can’t help it, I feel that my whole world would collapse if she doesn’t get better instantaneously. It's only a cold, and I know I'm being selfish.

My dad just called… He is buying flowers for my mom. I have the most lovely parents.