A month has passed and we have forgotten her face, her small talks, her laughter and her anger. We have forgotten what makes her giggle, what makes her laugh, what makes her smile and what makes her frown. Her empty seat at the table and her absence in every corner of this house has left us nostalgic, longing for her warm embrace, her gentle touch. There are days that we simply sleep without thinking of her, without noticing the absence of her smell, the absence of her voice.
Mother is coming back soon. And we will forget she was once gone. What happened yesterday will only be a distant memory, one that will soon be forgotten.