The photo was taken 11 years ago. Me and My Mom.
3 days ago, I was really sick. I came from school and when I got home my aunty, my niece, and my niece’s nanny were the only ones at home. The two were too busy taking care of the baby and nobody would believe me that I wasn’t feeling very well. I know to myself that I was sick because I feel colder than usual and my head feels like it was being crush by something I do not know. No one would take care of me at that moment, so I went straight to my Mom’s bed. Technically it’s my Dad’s bed now, but I still call it my Mom’s bed because it is what I’ve gotten use to. I wanted to sleep I really did but I couldn’t and I suddenly felt like crying. I suddenly thought about my Mom and how she would take care of me when I was sick.
It’s been 23 months, 103 weeks, 721 days, and 17304 hours since my Mom died. That would be almost 2 years ago and I couldn’t understand but I suddenly felt sad and I cried quietly while I was lying on the bed. I didn’t know if it was the fact that I was sick at that time or I just really felt like I miss my mom. Honestly, I thought I got over my mom’s death but I guess I didn’t.
I realized that no matter how long it is, when you lose an important person… You will still cry no matter what. When you remember all the memories and what could have been when he/she was still alive would matter. I miss my Mom, I really do but I know even if she’s gone she is still with me right now guiding me every step of the way. Sometimes, I wish I could say that somehow until now I’m still dreaming about the fact that my mom is dead but I can’t. It’s just how it is. I cannot change anything but I can keep living. Right now, I’m still a little bit sick but I try to be happy and energetic as always. Life is still about being Happy even though sometimes we experience a little bit of pain.