When I was a little girl, my world was extremely small. It was free from the clutter that fills it today. Back then, my world only had what mattered most: My loved ones. In my eyes, no one mattered more than my beloved mother.
After I lost my dad at an early age, my mum became my everything. For her, her children were everything. She became a young widow at 36. The pain of losing my dad wasn’t felt by my three-year-old self as I was too young to understand grief.
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