I still remember how she was. How she held my hand while we walked. How she would always give in to my requests. How she used to play with me and my dolls. And how she used to feed me with her hands.
Though she's not with me, she still is. All that she taught me. All the love she gave. All of it, I remember. And I know, none of it would ever die.
By: Mahi
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