Weather is dancing around zero degrees & the ice is slowly melting.. The sun is finding its way on our skin & into our hearts; trying to heal our old cold scars.. Spring is right around the corner :)
Can’t wait for the squirrels to come back chasing after each other.. Can’t wait for my princess to come back into my arms.. Oh Allah please Bring me back my spring, my flower, my baby.. Don’t let me miss her bloom! Please!
You just told me today that your stepmom is finding it hard to brush your beautiful long hair; & that she’ll take you for a hair cut.. How hard it is for me to hear that.. You won’t even imagine.. I remember how I held on to your baby hair that was turning light brown with the days & taking you for your first trim.. Oh God..
I’m not the one washing your hair now.. Not brushing it.. I’m not the one taking you to school.. Nor am I the one putting on your school uniform for you..
I carried you for years every single night to pee, even when you didn’t ask to, just to make sure you sleep better & not have an accident.. Carried you to not let you wake up.. Are they doing that? Are you sleeping well? Do you still smile in your sleep? Do you try to reach out for me to hug in the middle of the night?
I miss how I used to give you my face & you’d kiss it while asleep! I miss you baby so much.. It’s hard..
I sometimes don’t wish to hear your voice at all.. I don’t want to see your pictures.. I WANT YOU MOMMY.. YOU!
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