I Strive Not to Do to My Children What My Mum Did to Me
My long-life dream revealed.
I still remember vividly: one day, I was mad at my mum. She didn’t let me go to a birthday party, the first in Year Eight.
My world collapsed.
The next day, my mum went to the hospital.
Four days later, she was gone forever.
And I, age 14, was left to learn what does it mean when your entire world irreversibly collapse.
Today, I’m 45.
I have three children.
I miss her every day.
A half of my heart is still empty, although it’s full of love.
I feel loved, respected, nurtured and cherished by my kids and my husband. I felt love from my father and brother, growing up. From friends and family.
Still, nothing could replace her.
Children shouldn’t grow up without their parents.
I felt and I still feel like one big part of my body and enormous part of my soul is missing.
Still, it is full of love for her.
