I wish I could see my mom often. To sit besides her, having a talk. But I sees now it doesn't matter. My mom is never far. She is here, in these books that I read, in the blanket that keep me warms, in these pillows and books and pens. In every steps that I took to the class. But mostly,she is in my own heart, where she shines with the bursting radiance of a thousand sun.
*love abah too