You loved your mother.
And she loved you.
Hugged her mothers constantly.
Even when she playfully stated to get away from me.

Too much hugs.
But that's what love does?

You loved your siblings.
When they probably wrecked your nerves.
Then that's what younger ones do.

But they stood up for you.
When others wanted to tear at you.

Obviously, we know your mother did.
And I did too.
God, we miss you.