2002

In 2002, this day, in a heavy snowfall, I was walking over the bridge in the city I grew up, and tried to make sense of the fact, that I never ever going to see my mother again. People kept telling me, that it will hurt less in time. It did not. The pain never went away and never lessened, I just somehow learned to live with it. Even though she was not the best mother of all times, I cannot deny how much of me is actually her. And I miss her every day.