I thought about you today and it made me smile that you could be watching over me from somewhere.

In my thoughts you seem happier now. Peaceful. No pain.

I always wanted you to see what I’ve become now, how far I’ve come from where I was.

You wanted me to write and paint. You told me to create, and to keep creating.

Here I am writing and doing what I love. You knew that, didn’t you? You knew that I’ve got to do what I love to be happy.

So much has changed, you know. For the better.

I wish I could hug you right now and smell your freshly shampooed hair, lay my head in your lap and tell you all about it.

I could tell you about the people who hurt me, and the ones who love me. I could tell you about every challenge I overcame and about the times I wanted to give up but didn’t.

Maybe you would help me understand the ways of love and life.

Maybe you could tell me if am doing the right thing, taking the right decisions.

You would know. You always did.

Tell me the story of Hansel and Gretel again. Your version in your eloquent voice and wide eyes.

Let’s sit together and eat gummi bears, separating the green and yellow from the red and orange.

And then tell me about how you walked to school through a green boulevard, and crossing a swing bridge, how your shoes were always polished and hair always combed.

Tell me the story again as I lay on your lap with your fingers running through my hair, muma.

Tell me the story so I can drift away into a peaceful slumber with your voice in my head telling me am safe and that I’ve done okay.

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