it was the picture I took the day my Mama Marcella died. I was really sad. I am. So what was that picture for? I was hoping maybe just in pctures, at least she'd show up. I never mind if I am afraid of ghosts or what. What I was thinking is, to whatever way it is, I want to see my mama looking back at me again.
Mama Marcella's my mom's mother. My childhood memories was so spoiled by her. She's amazing and she's my favorite. She've given me everything I wanted. And everytime I get problems from my parents, Mama's the number one person on the line for help.
But I've been really stupid on the last days of her life. I was a coward not to go to her before she left. We had problems, and so my anger ate me. I had all the chances to say sorry but I chose to miss it. I hate myself for that, and I'm too late. It really hurts, but it's after all my fault. She is my first ever loved one who left. And I never wish for someone to come after her again.
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