My beloved mom

Every morning, it doesn't matter what happen. I don't know the reason of living. My life is empty. After my mother's gone, I lost everything, my feeling, my faith, my love. I have no one who take care eachother, share every moments, even it's good or bad. I'd never knew the real hurt until now. Sometimes I wanna go with her, wanna see her face, talk with her and hug her....But it couldn't happen.

Everyplace that we had ever been there make me crazy. Sometimes my tear ran down without control. Even when I'm happy, I can be sad at the same time. Because I wanna tell and hug her at that moment.