I Miss Her

My moms not home. She has been gone since last Friday. And she left me in charge. Not the, “look after your siblings and order food kind of in charge” but the “cook your own food and do all the chores and make sure the house does not burn down” in charge. I did not find it that hard. And I was so looking forward to one week without any parental supervision to kick start my vacations. Unfortunately, that did not happen. 

A while back my gum started throbbing and I got up to go and show it to my mom and ask her what is wrong with it. Only to realise that she is not home. Now, I am sitting with my head in my arms, like a little baby, missing my mom. I just want to go, lay my head on her lap and stay there for ever. But she is not here. And that sucks. I miss her cheery voice and the smile that greets my crappy mood every morning. I want to hear her say the same thing to like ten persons simultaneously.

I have this sinking feeling in my stomach and all I can think of is that my mom only went for a week. She will be back tomorrow. What about the people whose moms leave them forever ? What do they do ? Who do they go to when they cannot figure out their life, when they are in pain and only their moms can understand them, when they want to be pampered. How do they get over the fact that they will never see her again ? Never see her smile, never hear her scold them, never eat the food she cooks, never wear the clothes she folds for them.

“Sometimes the smallest things take up the most room in your heart. ” -Pooh

Just the fact that my mom is there for me is my best comfort. She is my rock. And I miss her. I miss her like you miss sunshine in the winters or you miss pizza after your favourite pizza place shuts down. I miss her.

…SAP…
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