So I have this habit to talk about things that stressed me out to mom before she left. Something happened today, I can't really say what it was but it wasn't a big thing I should worry actually. And at the times like that when I miss her so much, I miss her everyday, sure. But especially at the times like that when I miss her the most. And it somehow hurt me to hear someone else in the other line other than my mom picking up my call, which carried some hope that I would hear the same advices as mom's from he/she. Foolish me. But because of that, I could understand my wound better and I came to an understanding of how big her love to me. They strenghtened me. My power, instead of hatreds and rages should come from beautiful things like the one I got today. This old habit of mine may stop here, but the feeling from those days will remain the same.
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