It’s actually half fiction half non-fiction. That’s why I put the fiction tag. Everything in this story is true except the Valentine’s Day memory and the part where my boyfriend is here (he’s not here at the moment). I can’t remember if we’ve ever spent Valentine’s Day together in the past, my mom and I. Maybe not (that’s why I tag the story fiction). But we did made a lot of sweet memories similar to the one in this story. And I’m back in the old house…

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

Thank you for reading and commenting. It really means a lot :)



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