you had a mother in her young forties and your father passed two years ago from a car crash..if broke her heart. She couldn’t help but see how much you looked like him and seemed like him. She missed him so much..his touch, his love and hearing his voice.

one night, you came home from school and your part time job. You saw your mother in the kitchen cooking. She looked over at you and smiled a little. She walked over to you. “I made dinner. I hope you’re hungry, sweetie.”