Death is the only thing that can separate a mother to her young – that’s what I used to believe. Having to experience the irrevocable nature of life and death, life handed me over to maturity at a very young age by losing my Mama.
But what is worse than having a living mother who chooses to turn her back to you, regardless of reason?
If one cannot trust her own mother to stay, who will she ever trust again? If one cannot trust her own father to be to be her confidant, who will she ever lean on again?
But as I write this, I am full of hope. I am full of joy.
To our dearest, you have got a lot of things right now and we all know how it must be difficult for you to even ask us for the answers.
The world might throw you stones along the way but with the purest of heart you still manage to appreciate life despite its bitter reality – and that is the beauty of innocence.