I miss my mother.

It’s not just that I am sick, and if she was here she would be taking care of me, it’s because she is great company.

She is one of the few people I know that I can be real with, even if she and I are fighting, I know the love is there.

I’m looking forward to Christmas, if not the actual celebration. She’ll be here for a couple of weeks and we’ll laugh and talk.

When she was here in September, and we had not seen each other for a year, the first night she laughed and slapped me on the arm and said, “Yes! My best friend who’s been through it all with me.” and I just remember it made me feel good.

The Saturday morning before I left Barbados, we had a little heart to heart and I could tell how much we had both grown, and I just appreciate her now more than I ever did before.

I wish she was here to take care of me. I hate being sick and laid up.

She’s been calling me almost everyday to check on me, and I appreciate it.

When I fell in the airport, and the security guards kept asking me, “Ya want me to call the nurse.”

All I could say was call my mother! Hurry, she’s still in the car park.

When she showed up, I breathed a sigh of relief, and so said so done, she made it better.

I miss my Mummy!

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