Nayana
Dried leaves crunch beneath my boots as I slowly walk through the graveyard. My chest feels heavy because no matter how much I do this everytime, it still feels hard, almost impossible for me to do.
Six years. Six years of visiting my mother's grave. six years of silently grieving her and hoping she would somehow appear to me one day.
Every time I think the grief has lessened, when I come back here, it just fills me anew. The pain and heartache feels fresh again, like it never faded.
Mama was my best friend and to lose her without even getting the chance to say goodbye, it broke me.
I don't think I’ll ever be able to move on and forget about the moment father announced that mama passed away after she left one morning to visit a friend. She never came back from that journey a
