I was cleaning mothers room. The house wasn't its usual self anymore. Mother passed away just days before my birthday. Today was my 17th birthday and for the first time ever, I'm spending it alone. I didn't know why did God decide to take away the last thing I ever treasured. Tears streamed down my face as flashbacks flowed through my mind. Images of mother on her hospital bed came through. It wasn't the site of my mother that wanted to make me cry, it was her smile. The heart warming smile I'll never see again.
Ever.
She was smiling even in her last moments. I couldn't take it anymore, I broke down crying. She left me too soon, too young.
