There are many monkeys in my head right now. Things to be done and things to said to people.

Mostly stories that needed to be shared with Mama. It's like a huge chest, full of things to tell her, and it keeps on piling day after day. I'm afraid it might burst one day. No, sharing with others won't help. All sorts of silly or important things, things that only she would have known how to respond.

I miss you.