Dear whomever this may concern,
I had to see my mom today.
But she wasn't smiling down at me with that quirk to her lip.
Her mouth was set in a straight line and her rosy cheeks were pale.
I don't like seeing her like this.
I don't like talking about how great she was, when she can't hear me herself.
I don't like having to see her name on a stone that she would forever be laying under.
I didn't like it.
Your acquaintance,
Kaya
