They told me the hurt will stop, they told me I will get over it, but it is all a lie. My heart is still bleeding, the pain is still agonizing. The vacuum your exit left is still ever present and conspicuous. I have stopped questioning and now I have come to terms with the reality that i will never feel your warm embrace, your ever bright encouraging smile, your early morning prayers, your persistent calls only to ask if I had eaten. I miss you my mother, I miss you my twin, I miss you my friend, I miss you my sister, I miss you counsellor...I miss you per second, per hour, by the day.