an angel called mama


Once Allah sent an angel for me. I call her “Mama”, my whole life. Then Allah wanted her to return, and so, she went home, to heaven.. šŸ‘¼ I miss you, Mommy. Look at me, your first-born child, Mom. Thirty-seven; thriving and even. Hopefully. I wish you were still here, Mom, baking me your amazing cheese cake, and cook me your famous semur jengkol, for my birthday. šŸŽ‚ I miss you, Mommy. šŸ‘µ Be at peace in heaven where you belong.. I love you, Mom. ā¤ā¤

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