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I heard my father talking on the phone.

He said "my wife passed away" with a tear, slightly running down his cheek.

I asked him what he had meant by passed away.

He said to me "it meant she had gone through much to concur her fears. She'll be back, soon"

Believing this.

Days passed.

Months.

Then it was almost a year and she never came.

I decided to write letters to my mother. To remind her that I can still count to five, and that I am not a baby anymore, and that my dolls are growing up as much as I am.

So when she returns,

She'll be happy that she went through so much to concur her fears.

Everyday would be a new one.

About how much I love her

How long I have not seen her

How much I misse her

But

Until she returns.

I'll be proud of her.