I was slowly getting better, I was getting off the thoughts of the death of my mother, the usual hobby of sobbing myself out had come to an end as I was getting used to the fact that she was gone and no amount of tears could bring her back to me.

Though I wouldn't say I was completely okay, but I could form something like a smile; as that was the most difficult task I barely knew how to start from back then when I was still in a trauma.

Loosing my mom was a hard one on me, more likely a jab at my face, to think that...