Without a mother: There is no place I can go to now, and feel that I will have a friend to talk to, that will fix me food, and a place to sleep; that will tell me what is wrong with me, knowing perfectly well who I am.
It feels like emptiness, like missing something inside.
Did they do everything possible? Would've I figured out something they missed. In one day she was gone.
Dear mother I will always love you.
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