I had a long, heartbreaking letter ready to be published. A letter I would never let my mom read.
But then I thought I don’t need a letter to tell her I love her. That I’m sorry for the times I’ve been (and sometimes still am) ungrateful. And that I’m thankful for every single day she dedicated (and still is) to me.
So no letter, just the few lines above, and the rest will be privately between us.
Now with the writings.
Recently I’ve published what I consider a shorter version of a normal short story. What’s Prologue is Past. I feel proud I’ve complete (even if it is a shorter version of a short story) with an ending and not an open ending as I usually do. I feel optimistic for what is about to come; a more concrete story is on its way.
PS: To all mother’s, happy mother’s day!