All it takes is a little faith, and a lot of heart

I’m tired and sleepy.

But I realize that I am happiest sitting in my mom’s place in the kitchen table, waiting for cookies/cupcakes to be ready to be taken out of the oven.

I miss late nights with mom. Having dinner, while she watches and asks about my day. I would’ve probably told her today, “I bought the nicest top for half the price! I look like I’m part of the Mamma Mia cast.” She would’ve probably just nodded and smiled.

It never goes away.

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