One curly brown hair….

Is all I have to remind me of you. Remembering the days of hugs, days of school, dinners, birthdays, vacations, the beach, family and love. I feel so uncertain of when we’ll be together again. It pains me so much. A dagger that cuts so deep. I want to be your best friend, someone you laugh with and share your stories with. I fear we will never have that. The lost girl haunts me all the time. I miss her. I want to hear her voice. I want her to tell me I don’t know what I’m talking about, telling me to be a better mother!!