Me and My Mother

When I was a little girl, I'd lean my head against my mom's belly and dream about how my 9-month life was inside it. I'd imagine how I'd been nurtured, what I'd think and finally how I'd come out. Years later I would find it surprising: I still feel like a little girl in search for mother's protection, if not in her belly in her arms and if not in her arms in her words.

I miss you so so much mommy...