Dear mom,
We have to grow up now that you're gone, I know you didn't want us to grow up. I will always be your "Black" Baby. Everything is so different now. I need your words of encouragement to get me through. I need some advice. I need one last hug, and i love you my girl. I knew something was wrong when gran called me. I knew it before it happened. All the signs were there but I ignored them. I should have called you and said "be careful mom". Maybe if i did you would still be here with us. Im still waiting for you to call me and ask me if i got my package. Gosh i never knew somebody could hurt so much. I never knew how much of a void is missing from my life. Im trying so hard to be strong for you but i need encourageing words. I need your advice. I need to hear your voice. I need to see you one last time. I need you back. please come back? Please? That is all i want for christmas, is for you to come back. I know nothing can bring you back but im still going to wish and get down on my knees and beg for you. Maybe if i did it long enough you would come visit me. In a non haunting way. I want you to come tell me everything is going to be ok. Who is gonna understand me when i call you bawling my eyes out over nothing just cause im so exhausted and want to give up. Nobody can understand me now. I wish this has never happened. I need your help. I just need YOU. Im starting to realize i can't be strong anymore. I have kept a smile on my face and held my head up high for you but i dont think i can anymore. Im going to be the one to break down now. Its my turn. Its my turn to give up and just stop doind everything. I love you mommy. I will always remember you for your sick twisted sense of humor. Always making people laugh. Always being there for anybody and everybody. I love you.
Love your,
Black somalian kid! <3