MARCO'S POV
I take a look at her grave. Until now, I can still feel the pain; the slap of the truth that she is gone. I place the flowers beside her grave and lighted the candles.
Marchelle Jane Neumann
Born: April **, ****
Died: February **, ****
"Hey, mom..." I whispered, as I gently touch her grave. Minsan nga, tinanong ko ang Diyos kung bakit sa dinami-rami siya pa... Bakit ang ina ko pa ang kailangang mawala? But as time flies, unti-unti ko na ring nauunawaan. Maybe its her time... her time to leave this world.
"Miss na miss na kita," I really do... I miss her scent, her beautiful smile every day I woke up. Her warm hug and kiss welcome me every time I arrive from school, and especially, I miss how she calls me by my second name... Marco.
Si mom lang ang tumatawag
