She cried. Then smile to me.
Cried again, silently.
I hold her, laughed
"That's ok, Mom.
I'm just moving to live with husband,
I'll visit you occasionally."
She hold me back,
then laughed with me.
She texts me almost everyday,
said she missed me,
longed for seeing me sleeping beside her,
or just made her angry.
I just reply her with smile emoticons,
never said that I missed her too,
but
truly, deep inside me,
I really really miss her.
Everyday since I moved,
there's no single time I don't remember her.
And I miss being a small girl
in the big mommy's warm embrace.
Always.
I M I S S Y O U M O M .
(At new home,
when the past young girl inside comes out.)
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