I Remember

This story is not for the weak of heart.

This story is not about forgiveness.

It is about a mother who left. A daughter who never stopped waiting. And the years of silence that lived between them like a third person in every room.

It is about limits. About how long a person can endure before something inside them goes quiet. About how regret sounds when it finally arrives at a closed door.

I Remember. But remembering, it turns out, is not the same as being in time.

(This story is not for the faint of heart. Even I cried at this. This is a completed story and if you managed to finish this, make sure to look at the a/n on the last chapter)