I miss my mother quite a lot. I haven't said that out loud before but now that I write it, it made me pause and realise that it's coming up to 6 months soon. Sometimes on Sundays, I forget and think of when when she would message me asking me to call her. I never treasured those calls when she was alive but now I yearn for them.
She would not be happy seeing how everything she built is falling apart, all the bonds are loosening and disappearing with petty disputes. I now realise the amazing ability she had where she had bound the entire family together all these years. Now, it's all fading.
