Congratulations to All of You

But what about me?

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I didn’t want to go home or take a walk. Being in town was even worse. There were flowers displayed everywhere and notes here and there, all dedicated to mothers. They are still around. I am guessing this atmosphere is going to last an entire week.

I just sat by myself watching the skies and thinking how unfair it is that you loved me for a little while, but I have to love you for a lifetime. I have no idea what’s happening up there, mother, or how it even feels like, but happy Mother’s Day, beautiful. Happy Mother’s Week, happy Mother’s Month.

It’s very pathetic, I know. I should be happy for my friends who are celebrating with their mothers, buying them gifts and flowers. I should be happy for them liking their photos on their statuses and leaving them beautiful comments, but I don’t know how to feel about it. I have mixed emotions. How can I be jealous of them?

I should go home, but how can I? Home is a place of love. Where we are supposed to feel love, but not to start being reasonable and reasoning about your absence. As much as I understand the logic of death, your passing, Mother. I can’t bring myself to accept it, especially at a time like this, where every daughter is celebrating their mothers.