imagine you grown up and have gone to live in a different city you have a job and friends you miss home and your mother write a letter to your mother keeping in mind the things mentioned in the poem tell her how you miss her advice and guidance when you find yourself in difficult situation give me answer answer fast please
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Dear Mom,
How are you? I miss you a lot. I miss everything about you. I miss your smile, your
laugh, your smell, your jokes, everything. It’s been exactly half a year since I last saw you and at
first I was angry that you left me, but now I know it wasn’t your fault at all. I know you never
wanted to leave me, but now I know that maybe this was just the way things were supposed to
work out. It’s like fate or something. I know you always said to me that everything always
happens for a reason, and the reason for you leaving is becoming more and more apparent to me
every single day.
I’ve been doing okay. For about a month, I was literally depressed. I still went to school,
but I just kept replaying old memories that I had, and still have, of you and me. I would
remember the brilliant times we had together and those would make me cry. I also remembered
the tragic fights and arguments we had and that also brought the tears. All memories made me
incredibly sad. It looked like I couldn’t win either way.
Then, one day, Kim and Heather came over and told me how much they cared about me
and how much they missed you, too, and that we could all move on together, and that I surely
wasn’t alone at all. That made me come out of my own little world and start healing and start
experiencing things that I would never have experienced if I didn’t come out of my shell. These
have been the most eventful six months of my entire life. Ever since you left, it’s like I’m a
totally different person. I’m not that timid teenager anymore. Now I’m outgoing, adventurous,
and I’m even trying not to be picky with what I eat. I know you would be proud of me for that
one.
I haven’t gone back to our condo, but others have. We didn’t sell it or anything. We still
own it, but we did sell lots of the furniture and random things that were inside.
We sold our beautiful vermillion leather couch with the intricate white flower designs
that you painted on yourself, we sold the dusty blue recliner that we used to fight over because it
was so comfortable, we sold your antique china cabinet, we sold your queen bed with the paisley
olive pattern comforter, we sold your wooden dresser, and we sold all of our artwork that was
hanging on the walls. I begged them not to sell your favorite painting, I swear I did. You know
the white one with all the rainbow abstract that you could just stare at for literally hours? But
apparently that one was going to sell for way more than it was worth, so naturally, your brother
and sisters decided to sell it. Don’t worry, though. I begged them (literally, I was groveling on
my hands and knees) not to sell your vanity, no matter how much it was worth. I know that was
your favorite thing in the world. It had everything so neatly arranged, and there were so many
memories there, that I just couldn’t bear to see it go. So now, it’s still sitting in the condo,
waiting for me to come pick it up. I haven’t had the courage to face the condo yet, but when I do,
I will put that vanity in my room, front and center, so everyone can see it. But, like I said, I
haven’t come that far yet.