I know she loves me, and I love her more than anything. But I miss how close we used to be. I miss how she used to put me first, how she would notice even the smallest things that made me happy or sad. Now, I sit quietly, hoping she will see the hurt in my eyes, but sometimes, sheās too busy to look.
I miss the late-night talks, the warm hugs, the way she used to make me feel safe and important. I miss her smile when she looked at me with pride. I miss being her little girlāthe one she used to hold close, protect, and love with all her heart.
Even though she is with someone else now, and her world is different, I still carry every memory of her love inside me. I still wait for the day when she will sit beside me like before, hold my hand, and say, "Iām still here for you."
No matter what changes, she will always be my mother. And I will always miss the way things used to be.
THANK YUH N ALWAYS MISS YOU AMA.
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