she was only 12 when it happened she was bitter, cried, rolled herself against the ground seeking for comfort and refuge but the only refuge she found was in her pen
"mother, i never thought that a time will come when we will bid each other goodbye it was too soon even before the rising of the sun or the descending of the new moon
thanks for giving your life for me even though i thought you were mean you gave me a reason to smile and i will take it to a different mile
i will forever keep a song in my heart bring down the blazing flames of hate and love till the ending of my fate" this is a letter of a motherless child to her dead mum.
sometimes i always feel that the only thing that seems to listen to what am saying is my pen and paper