•may•
im may. im 21 years old. i live in massachusetts. my mother used to call me daisy for being her little may flower. i have dark brown hair and brown eyes; most of the time people don't see my eyes. my eyes are normally looking at a screen, or closed so I can sleep and cry.
=august 17=
"today is the day" i whisper into the humid air. i kneeled down and gently laid the daisies on the dirt. i let a warm tear slide down my cheek and fall off onto the frail flowers. my mom died exactly 4 months and 3 days ago. she fought hard and hard, but she never gave up...i say she simply, let the opponent win. the opponent was cancer. it was a slow battle at times and quick fights in the others. it was a tedious process and she was bored fighting the battle whether or not she would win or lose. i have thought of every memory over the past 4 months. thinking of these memories was bitter sweet, knowing that she is now happy and knowing that now i am not. the bittersweet thoughts drove me to being bed bound and stuck staring at my laptop. today is the day i move. my house is empty and boxes are in the truck. i came to say to my mother thank you and wish me good luck cause i see a bumpy journey ahead of me (literally). i have the moving trucks drive as i take a plane to california. my job opened another office in san clemente, yet it was my choice to move. a new state, and new life.
