Depression

There comes a day in the life of each of us when our mother leaves us .... This is very painful. When there is nothing to breathe and do not want to wake up in the morning, because no one will say to you: "Good morning, daughter!" The world has become empty, and I don’t want to believe that my mother will never hug me again ..... because she is no longer on this Earth. You feel so lonely and defenseless. There is nothing worse than to see how the dearest person dies in front of your eyes, and you are completely powerless and you can’t help with anything ....... When every minute spent nearby, becomes a priceless gift. Every breath can be the last ......... ...and silence everything went dark around, everything black and white. Why do we never appreciate what we have ?? Why don't we have time to tell our parents more often that we love them? Why the daily routine makes us robots who forget that someone is always waiting for our call ..... And now, more than anything, I would like to make at least one call, hear a voice, say how I love you, mother ... how I love your hands, how I miss you...