Promises, Promises

When I was a little girl, my mommy promised me that one day she will take me with her. It was the only thing I held on to our separation. It was all I needed to know that someday, like when I was a little girl, I will get to spend everyday again with her.

Sometimes when we talk on the phone or e-mail each other, she will tell me how much she misses me. And how she wish I was there with her. And how I could be the kid she saw waiting for the school bus. And how I could be taking up the vacant room in her house.

When I was a little girl, my mommy promised me that one day she will take me with her. I waited for that day. I waited for the news that I will finally be able to go with her there. I’m still waiting… because, deep inside, I’m still a little girl. And I will always be her little girl.