Cry

More blurred days have passed. The days were blurred. The nights weren't.

Mom's face punches a whole in my chest. But otherwise I'm fine, happy, All praises be to Allah.

I cry hugging my legs.

I wanna go upstairs and cry again. If I were at home, I would have broken down right here. But I am not. I'm with my husband and my father-in-law in their computer room. I must go upstairs to cry without them noticing.

I didn't get to see my little princess today. Sweetsie, Poksie, Ammayi's baby, the names I have for her. I'll miss you so bad shweets. Sorry I didn't say bye to you.