Friday, May 18, 2018

It hurts. A lot.



Miss you baby. Miss your smell. Your touch.

Your unheard voice calling me “Mommy”.

A pain that can never be described.

It’s a torture.

πŸ’”

Whether the phone is off, or no answer, Allah Is Watching. I only saw you for a few minutes twice online in those 225 days. And God knows of the very few times I was allowed to talk to you. Monitored. Not allowed to share feelings. I got yelled at thrice.

Allah. Is. Watching.

Lallo mommy <<33

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