Sunday Night
It has been an emotional past couple of days. I think I got triggered on Friday, 27th May. Children's day.
I was thinking about my childhood experiences. About being YOUR child.
I realised how blessed I was, to be born to you.
You were everything, mummy. You were every freaking beautiful thing.

When I think that I won't get to see you again, gist and touch you, it hurts deeply.
I miss you terribly, mama.
I went to my picture folders to look at pictures of you.
The stares and kisses I give to the pictures, amidst smiles and tears, have a way of bringing me comfort and soothing my heart.

I saw this one, and the events surrounding it were so vivid.
It was a Saturday evening. I had been away from home for some weeks, returning just the previous day.
You and daddy had decided to go visit a relative. You came into my room to wear you wig. As you faced the mirror, doing your thing, you turned to me suddenly:
'Nne, put on a dress so you’ll go with us naa...'
It wasn’t a command. It was a kinda plea. I figured you had missed having me around, so I obliged.
I put on a dress, slung a bag and we moved.
This was us waiting for daddy to drive out. I cajoled you. You were not a fan of random pictures. I think you believed pictures should be taken intentionally; wearing one’s Sunday best and all. I always had to cajole you to take casual pictures like this. I’m so glad I did that day. Wish I did it often.
Regardless, I am grateful for these captured memories.
I love you forever mummy. 💛 ❤
-Nne