A MOTHER’S GRIEF
A MOTHER’S GRIEF “Take heart Mami Meli.” “It is well.” Those were the words she had been hearing for the past one month. Take heart ? She scoffed. Where is the heart? She stood there staring at her daughter’s picture, Melissa. Melissa was a five-year-old jovial kid. She had the loveliest smile and the warmest hug. “Mummy, mummy, see what I drew for you.” Melissa would say cheerily. She recalled all the times when she would read her bedtime stories, they would pray together and play together. Melissa was her best friend, her only fruit. Melissa looked so much like her late father, energetic, peaceful and lovely, but now they were both gone. She had sworn to take care of Melissa till her last breathe, but she failed. The signs Lord, they were there but I didn’t see it. Or maybe I played blind. She tried to warn me, she really did, but I fa...