“I don’t have much knowledge of grief, so this massive darkness makes me small.”
— Rilke
Mum is our first love, our first relationship. She loves us even before we take our first breath—loving us for everything we are and everything we are not.
What I cherish most about her is the way she looks at me. In her gaze, I feel perfect, as though every flaw disappears. I know that’s how she sees me: just perfect, exactly as I am.