Dear mother…
It has been a while since I called you beautiful, funny, loving and just plain awesome.
I used to say that to you everyday.
We used to run around in the forest playing tag and listening to the forest spirits.
I’m just so thankfull that you opened my eyes and let me see all the beautiful things is the world. You told me how to understand nature and teached me how to open you heart to it. We used to have so much fun together in our little fairytale.
A small water mill in the middle of a forest. Listening to the wonderfull melodies you played on your harp an watching you dance on the top of your toes. Shiny white hair and red eyes, pale as snow You had something magical, like you weren’t from this planet. Back then I even believed you where a forest spirit yourself.
Now you’re gone the forest and all it’s secrets lost it’s magical radiance.
I use to visit our water mill from time to time. It has the exact same shape, but it just doesn’t feel the same way. The silky light blue curtains are all dirty, and the windows are green. Even the water is full of algae. All of your self made wooden sculptures are rotten and the table outside has lost a leg.
After seeing all of this, I thought it’s been a while since I said how lovely you are mother.
You are the most beautiful person I’ve ever met
That awkward moment when…
You come home with your friend after school and there is that agry mom yelling at your friend ._.
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