This is me visiting my mother's grave, I was 10-yrs-old. My dad took this pic of me and felt bad, so afterwards he took me out for ice cream to cheer me up.

We don't visit the graveyard oftenly, only if we drive pass and my dad points to my mom's grave. I can't help but shed a tear, I miss her every time we go pass.

I just want her back, I could've saved her back then but I was 4 by the time. My father tried to save her too, but he was too late and gave up after she got killed in the war.

When years went on, I was brave enough to fight and kill. I trained hard with my dad and he taught me everything to be like my mom, I was proud of myself.

Every night I pray that I'll be like my mother and sleep with tears in my eyes. Sometimes when I remember her, she's like a friend to me. Like mother to like friend and she will always be that friend to me.

I love you mom, R.I.P. *touches the memorial* I miss you... *starts to cry*