After breakfast, I spent some time with mom and dad. I came back to my room and started cleaning my cupboard after ages. It is completely messed up. I'm throwing all the clothes onto my bed.
"I have so many clothes." I kept my hands on my waist and mumbled, seeing my clothes which are scattered on the bed in front of my eyes.
I made space for myself to sit on the bed. I started folding the clothes nicely and hanging some of them on the hanger.
I remember those days when mom used to help me with cleaning my cupboard. She scolded me for buying so many clothes and for not wearing them after one use or for never wearing them. I miss everything about her. I don't know when I'll get her back, but I won't leave the hope to get her back one day. After all, hope is the only thing that keeps you
