When mother leaves, the world seems to shift. The same streets, the same houses, the same bird singing outside the window—yet everything feels unfamiliar. Without her, mornings lack brightness, and evenings lose their warmth. And the silence… It’s deceptive. It wraps you in a blanket of calm, but inside, the emptiness screams. Because her gentle voice is gone, her understanding eyes no longer there.
Just yesterday, it felt like there was so much time—enough to visit, to hug her, to say what truly mattered. But today, your heart aches with regret and longing: why didn’t you come then? Why didn’t you call just because? Nights stretch endlessly, heavy with sorrow. The moment you close your eyes, your soul whispers, *”Mama…”* And the memories return—sweet and bitter at once. How she waited for you after work, quietly tidying your things, cooking your favorite meals. How she prayed for you daily, even when you never knew.
Sundays hurt the most. Because Sundays were always for her. Once, there were calls, then visits—now, only the silence of an unanswered phone. Just a photo on the wall and the faint ghost of her perfume lingering in the air.
Yet your heart… It still loves. Maybe even more. Because with each passing day, you realize what a treasure she was. How much she gave, how much she forgave, how endlessly she loved. And that love remains in you forever.
So now, you live each day hoping that somewhere beyond the heavens, she smiles. That she feels proud. That she knows her child remembers. And loves. Just as she always did 🌻.
Without You, Everything Feels Different…
