A Letter to her mother
“Pandemic was at its peak, and of course, I was quarantined with my daily schedule as well.” Back then, on crisp early mornings, Scooter on the stand, getting ready for college, it must have been tough for you as a high school teacher. Observing everything from the sidelines had always been a bizarre pattern of mine. That little glimpse of your house acted as a tranquilizer to this life, and it filled the void that your daughter had left. However, me, startled by all the sensations, displace faintly amused gaze from all these scenarios and return to reality. Reality is much scarier. I do not want to remind you about all these obnoxious facts, but it is still hard for me to accept that she is no more. On the very day, I felt shattered and devastated by the news, and my heart was not capable of building enough courage to show up in front of everyone, to see her for the one last time, to bid that final goodbye, and to face the truth itself. Maybe my presence made her mitigat