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.
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