ABOUT MY MOM #2

Mom, I'm crying. Again. 

I held back my tears. Always. 

I held back my tears when I saw a little girl sitting on her mother's lap. I held back my tears when I hear the mother said, "My little girl." before she picked up the phone.

And my life.... There is a lots of hard and hurt things, and I'm always crying remember that I can't tell you about it. 

But, Allah gave me a gift. Allah gave me someone that I can feel she is really loves me. Sometimes, I just feeling that she can take a little of your roles, loves me, listens to me and protects me. But, she's reminding me of you so much and it's so.... Sometimes, I really held back my tears in front of her. But now, I'm writing this with tears on my cheeks.