I try to convey what I’m feeling. I tagged the story fiction because the Valentine’s Day memory, I can’t seem to remember if my mother and I have had spent one together. Also, my boyfriend is not here at the moment, so the last bit is fiction too. But the rest is true.

I thought of writing this story as I was crying by myself in the old house. It’s a relieve to let it out.

This year would be my first Valentine’s Day without my mother. I’m missing her terribly.

Thank you for reading and for commenting! I really appreciate it :)