It's funny how past could kill you... still.Today is my Mommy's birthday. She should be forty-something by now, but her age just stopped. She's no longer aging, no longer here, and I think it would make a big difference is she's still here. I miss her, but the truth is past just killing me.
To remind how good my life was back then. Six years ago, even eight months ago when I was pursue my dream to be an event planner or traveler.
I miss all good things that used to happen in my life.
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