The hardest thing is not talking to someone you used to talk to everyday.
Mom, you would have turned forty nine today. It breaks my heart that today is another birthday you will never see. Another birthday you will never live through.
Happy birthday, mom. I know you wish you were here.
YOU ARE READING
Break me
ChickLitwhat do you do when you can't stand to look at that page anymore but you can't turn to a new one? color over it and make a new picture.
