Last Sunday my dad and I went to mom's grave. I don't know why I couldn't stop my tears while cutting the unwanted grass on her tomb.
Suddenly I felt lost, and longed to her. I wanted to hug her, wash her hair, cut her nails, if only I had a chance to get back to the past.
I really missed her, God, pls tell her this.
I missed her affectionate stare at me, I missed her cuddling, I missed everything about her.
I couldn't move myself when my dad told me to get up to move to the other grave, which is his parents'. I asked him to give me more time since I still wanted to be with my mom.
However, I also realized that today I had a promise with Holy's mother to accompany her to shop and also to be introduced to other members of the family.
It is so typical life. You have one person left you, then you get another one coming at you.
So I whispered a pray, got up, said good bye to my mom, poured some tears on my cheeks again, and tried to welcome a new mother and a family.
Because life is about moving on, although what has left isn't really leaving..
