There are moments in my life that I just hugged her and wish that very moment that it will be like that forever because it seems so perfect. I love waking up every morning with her around, singing and greet me a good morning. I love going home because she is waiting for me and I can’t wait to hear her stories. She used to tell stories about her day. She is just 2 years old but she loves telling stories, one word at a time. I just love connecting those words until I can truly understand her stories.
It’s been a month! Yes, a month without those stories, giggles, hugs and kisses. One month without those and everyday is really hard! I miss her so much and sometimes I wish to never wake up because I want to be with her. I want to be in a place where she is right now.
Mornings are empty! Life has no directions. Sometimes I wish to stop time. Sometimes I wish that everything is just a dream. I wish to wake up with her next to me. I wish to hear her sing and dance. I miss everything about her.
Today, I realized I should stop wishing. Stop wishing to turn back time. Stop wishing that everything is just a dream. I don’t want to do that anymore because the more I wish, the more it become painful.
Maybe, I should get to used having this pain. I should live each day with this pain inside of me. I know that no matter what I do, no one can heal me. No one can explain why things happened. No one! But I have faith… faith that someday, after all when I am done here on earth, I will see her again then we will continue telling stories. Maybe by that time, she has a lot of stories to tell. Maybe I can spend the whole day listening to her. Maybe that will be a perfect time for us. Maybe in that moment, no one can separate us. No sickness can separate us.
Until then baby!