Remembering that he wasn't able to help his mother in anyway while she was sick and was never able to hear her voice for the last time. That sentiment haunted him everyday, his heart aching to hear one more word to hear anything whether it was her scolding him or simply saying his name. He wished everyday that he could turn back time and give everything he had to spent one more moment with his dearest mother. Wishing to even find his father again to fold into his embrace like he once had when he was a cub. Missing all of this for some freedom. It made him sick just thinking about it.
No, I don't even remember the last time I spoke to my parents, he admitted, his ears flatting against his head for just a moment before he straightened himself again. His gaze hardened upon the mountain, trying to urge the broken feelings away. The kid probably didn't want a life lesson from him. Who was he to him anyway?