After Nine Days

My dearest Mama,

Today is the ninth day since you passed away. Honestly, it still hadn’t sunk in my senses. I hadn’t been able to reflect alone in that span of time. The whole family’s getting me busy but at the end of the day, I couldn’t help but to still shed a tear or two while I stare at your photo lying beside my bed. Your interment yesterday was indeed melancholic. I was assigned to give a thank you speech after the mass but instead of giving tongue to my public speaking guts, I just cried hysterically infront of the visitors. I am sorry Mama. I know you loathe it everytime I am tongue-tied. You said I shouldn’t be shy and all that. I hope you grant me pardon for this since the pain had took its toll on me. We’ll be praying later for your soul in lieu of your Pa-siyam as they call it. The whole family’s here at home and we’ll be having lunch all together. I wish you are here Mama. I miss you so much.

Your Anakin,
Kristelle