8 months. that's how long it has been.
time passes so fast when you dont realise it. going over to pray later, and god, hope he's alright up there. and her too. can you imagine, sometimes i'm even afraid to go into her room late at night. i miss her dearly, though sometimes i would laugh at myself when i shout out i'm home, then realise she's not here anymore. i had a dream about her, but it was when she was gone. i wish she would talk to me in my dreams. she has appeared in almost everyone's dream except for mine. why wouldnt she talk to me? sometimes at night, i try to think of her so much just with the hope of seeing her when i'm asleep. yet i'm afraid of meeting her in the empty room. funny how things work huh? when she was still living, i wouldnt even give a damn in accompaning her. now that she's gone, the whole house seems so quiet everyday. i miss her scoldings. i miss her naggings. i even miss her waking me up so early in the morning. why didnt i cherish the little time we had together? if... if only there's such thing as if. everything would have been fine then. i miss you dearly, ah ma.
what we could have been, 12:58 PM.