Mom, I miss you.
I know you barely recognized me in your last days, but I still miss your presence.
Dad and I have a better relationship now, maybe thanks to you.
You always looked out for us, and guessing by the people at your funeral-
everyone around you too.
People say that the heavens were jealous that we had you.
They say God took you, because heaven is where you belong.
I want to cry every day, but sadly for me- time goes on.
Wherever you are, I hope you aren’t in the pain I am in.
I hope you are free.
I hope you’re not in pain.
I hope you’re happier.
I hope, you can’t see me and dad live in this place without you.
Because I know you would want to come back for us.
You were the world to me, and I was the whole world to you.
No matter what, I would always love to be your family again.
I’ll always be your family.
We had a complicated relationship, with happiness and grief.
But that is what makes us human right.
I’ll always think of you.
Maybe not every day. Maybe not every week.
As time goes on, I hope that I learn to think of you less.
But you will always have a place in my heart.
Your daughter,
Ridia
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