May 31, 2020
Mama. I woke up strange today. Cried a lot. Didn't reach for the phone for a long time. Had coffee first. Cold pizza. Sunshine outside. I miss you everyday. Those mornings you'd be at the kitchen counter stretching, coffee cup steaming in front of you. Good morning, you'd always say. There was no awkward moment. There'd be food on the table. Even if we were already grown-ups you'd still prepare food for us. Motherhood is sainthood. Mothers who abandon their children, maybe they still feel that connection. There are days I long for you too much. I love you.