Among all these different experiences that I have been living since my birth. I have never forgotten my darely mom. This woman, who has offered me all the love, tenderness, and protection since I was born until her death. So, I find myself now obliged to make her visits from time to another. This visit, en though just to a closed grave, has a great impact on my heart, mind, as well as my feelings. As I already said, my standing in front of her grave presents a lot for me. I wake up each Monday and Friday. I take my car without hesitation towards the cemetery. During all the way, I feel a special feeling that can't be described as if I am going to meet her alive. When I stand next to her head, I remember all the moments I had with her. I hear her laughs. I present all the words, she used to say. Despite of all these great emotions, I regret my brothers and sisters situations, who did not pay attention to this point. I promise myself to keep doing this action until I reach her one day in the sky. I also hope to meet her at that time so as to spend some moments with her. All in all, she used to support her sufferings to look after me. Therefore, whatever I did to her, I couldn't attend hers.
