I sat down beside Mom’s grave and placed the fresh flowers. “Hey, Mom, I hope you are doing great up there.” I let out, placing my palm on the stone, “I am missing you so much today.”

It was true; I did not know why. I just had this urge today to sit here; there was a restlessness in my heart, and this was the place I wanted to be now.

“If I’m disturbing you, then it’s fine; I do want to disturb you today.” I placed my head on the stone as if it would make me feel her. I had forgotten her voice, and I don’t even listen...