There's nothing like a really good book, which I have to reiterate after reading Mitch Albom's "For One More Day". I went through great sacrifices to obtain it, and it was worth it.

Usually I'm the sort of person who cannot stand suspense, so I always flip to the back to read the ending. Bad habit, I know. Well, I make an exception for books by Mitch Albom, because the experience is so much more soul-shaking as I have learnt from "The Five People you meet in Heaven" and "Tuesdays with Morrie"

Eyes glued to the book, I made my way home slowly, bumping into the occasional street light and innocent bystander. Reading a book is not just understanding every word, it's an experience in itself, reliving the story the author has concocted for you. And being the usual emotional idiot I am, I cried, for every time Charley let his mother down, every time he gave in to his father's whim, and every single time his mother never failed to forgive him.

I learnt many things from this book, which I will hold in my heart always. But I'll share some exerpts which struck me so forcefully it made me stop in my tracks and re-read it, trying to absorb it into my very soul.

"I wasn't there when you died, Mom."

"You had something to do."

"I lied. It was the worst lie I ever told...It wasn't work. I went to play in a game.. a stupid baseball game.. I was so desperate to please -"

"Your father." She nodded gently.

And I realized she had known all along.

Across the room, the Italian woman pulled her bathrobe tighter. She clasped her hands as if in prayer. Such a strange trio we made, each of us, at some point, longing to be loved by the same man. I could still hear his words, forcing my decision: mama's boy or daddy's boy, Charley? What's it gonna be?

"I made the wrong choice," I whispered.

My mother shook her head.

"A child should never have to choose."

I agree. This mummy's boy or daddy's boy question is something children should never have to struggle with. God didn't give us two parents to choose which one we thought we loved more. It's called family love, and love has no standards or requirements.

Honestly I can't say who I love more, my mom or my dad. But I know if I had to choose between one, I'd rather sacrifice myself. And I'll never tell them.

I hate it when people prioritise people in their life, like saying who is more important than who or what. Frankly, it's stupid. People are in your life for a reason, God put them there, and importance is something defined only by worldly traits. The only person you should have to prioritise is God.

If you force yourself to prioritise people in your life, you're forcing choices you should never have to make on yourself. Just thank God that He put those people in your life.