It was my birthday some days ago.
My mother on the last years that she was still well, she would always give me this as a birthday cake.
It's made with the yolks of the eggs and I am absolutely crazy for it, so my mother would give me this joy.
Later she became a little sick and even the flowers that she used to give me in my birthdays she then would ask my father to buy me. The first time it was a rose, on the years after could be roses but also other beautiful flowers.
On the last year before they got really worse they got me chocolates, another thing that I like so much.
I remember hearing my mother's voice on the phone saying that I needed to go there, to their home, to take the present. Obviously I went there, I always did it on my birthdays.
And there it was, the box with a heart on top. I still have it and I always will.
How I miss my mother and my grandmother and my father too.
The only thing that helps is to know that they are well and happy now. Thanks God.
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