I was 3 when my mother died so I don’t remember much about her except that before she passed she told me that she would still be with me while I slept and not to worry. After that I would stay up all night talking to the moon as if it was my mom and I liked to think that it was. After about a month or two father wanted to move on and start a new life and for him that was running away from the problem. We moved to Switzerland where there is no night. At least it doesn’t get dark.

Yesterday was the first time I saw her in four years. She said she came just to see me.

“I missed you”

I said through tall my tears. I think she was happy to see me too because it started to rain.

I do miss her but that night she told me she would be in the Sun and she said when I feel a warm breeze it was her giving me a hug.