Forgive the dear one before it’s too late
An adult daughter listens to the tune one of her mother’s funeral songs played by the radio station. She watched the rain gently patter against the flat window pane of her solitary room, the room where she and her mom used to play patty-cakes and dolls when she was a toddler. As her memories of her mom visited her, she felt the chill of the cool spring rain seep deeper into her skin. Read more