Mom, you are out there in another city and I am walking across the hall hoping you 'll call. I walk restlessly to your room and back only to reminisce about our talks. You are out for a week though, I don't know why I am crying. I still find you sitting beside but this time you are a beautiful mirage.
P. S. I love you.
Mar 14, 2018
Mar 14, 2018 at 5:23 PM UTC
Mom, you are out there in another city and I am walking across the hall hoping you 'll call. I walk restlessly to your room and back only to reminisce about our talks. You are out for a week though, I don't know why I am crying. I still find you sitting beside but this time you are a beautiful mirage.
P. S. I love you.
My mom just went for a work in another city and I have an exam tomorrow. I told her I'd be okay but I am not. So, I thought this might help.