Since my mother passed away, I realised that I have become a quieter person. I am not fancy to socialise with people as I used to. Spending time alone is my favourite activity.
I felt like I lost my most precious journal. When my mother was still alive, it was almost every day I reported to her my daily activities, what I had been doing, my plans, dreams, who I met, about my friends etc.
Life is a little bit boring now without her as I have no one to argue with, being stubborn and being loved although I have a husband to do the same😅
I bet my eldest sister and father must be missing her too. We had wonderful experience with our lovely mother. And I don’t think I ever find the same journal that I had lost.