I miss you, Ma.

What I usually do when I miss my mom, violently miss her, is that I'll cry. And so does this evening when I received a phone call and she sounded so soft. I can barely hear her voice. I know something's wrong and she did tell me bits of the story but not wholly. And I know how hard she's holding on back at home. My only wish at the moment is just to go back home and give her a biggggg super huge hug, and just lay on her bed next to her while listening to her stories; which what I did practically every day when I'm back at home.

I miss you, Ma. And I love you, always. I'll pray for everything you asked me to, insyaAllah.

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