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She's sleeping six feet under the ground with nothing but her last white dress.

She whimpered bitterly as she could feel the souls around her basking in happiness.

She looked at their relatives who had been praying and talking to them for the past few days.

Then took a glance at the cold, gray tombstone where she lays.

Melted candles from two years ago.

Her engraved name covered in thick white snow.

Decayed rose petals all lining up in a row.

The sun bade farewell as the moon conquered the sky.

"Another day without him." she mumbled with a deep sigh.

She wondered why he hadn't visited her and its been years.

A memory presented itself to her thoughts and then she erupted in tears.

Was she a bad mother?

A bad mom for spoiling her son?

Perhaps.

Was she a selfish mother?

A selfish mom for choosing work than understanding her son better?

Perhaps.

She then remembered the times when her son needed her the most.

Where she should've been there to guide him whenever he gets lost.

"I am such a failure." She wailed.

I was too keen on brightening his future that I failed to fight off the darkness that enveloped his present.

New year, Valentines, her birthday.
All souls day, his birthday, her death anniversary.

He did not come. Not even once in those days.

And the moment the clock strikes twelve, Christmas would be over.

Who goes to the cemetery during Christmas? No-

"Hi mom."

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