Every day, I wake up consumed by the ache of missing you. I am haunted by the fact that I don't know where to find you. The pain surges within me because I am unsure if you're physically here or if it's your spirit desperately trying to get my attention, longing for me to recognize you.

I understand your anger; I would be furious too. How could a mother forget she had a child? How did I not remember...