SelfPub: I remember in the morning I woke up...

I remember in the morning I woke up from the sound of the milk separator, she hummed with a strange sound, which I still remember, my grandmother twisted the separator, sang nazam and cried, and I sat next to me and wondered why she was crying, I did not understand what was bothering her and ask me It was always a shame, Ma, how long have you not woken me up in the morning, I haven't eaten the food you cooked for so long, this taste still stayed with me, I'm so sorry that I hugged you so little that I didn't ask you when you were crying what worries you, so much that I missed, that I wanted to tell you, nothing is forgotten and nothing dies, everything remains in the memories, whom I loved, who was around, though it takes time for a while, if I could exactly half an hour to return the time that I was with you, I know that I am not the only one who thought so, everyone thinks so, and in each of us there is that part of these memories and regrets that will remain a wound, resentment, tears, longing, and pain. Your every word was right, that on the heart is on the tongue, and I never got tired of these words, stories, your behavior, look, how you stroked the dress with your hand when you talked, gait, posture, it all remained in me, in to my soul and in the end, I will say like my grandmother, (Dika Hill val vezarkh khu dunen chu) # remembrance # thinking aloud💭 # grandmother # alive # one13 # 𝐗𝐈𝐈𝐈