Mom

Today would have been my mother's 59th birthday. It has been almost 2 years. Many of my mannerisms and habits come from her. By watching her I learned to cook and she always wanted me to be a model of femininity. I do not know what to feel. Sometimes I smile because she would find this amusing or I cry because she is not there and cannot give me one of her plush hugs. I wash all the dishes now but she is not there to hug me when I am done. Okay maybe I am sad today.