My mind is now drifting away because these eyes have not been able to sleep, I looked at the ceiling of this room, then I looked at everything in this room one by one, I wanted to make my eyes tired and then I could fall asleep again, but still I couldn't close my eyes. This, suddenly my eyes focused on the photos of Mom and Dad, I could only stare at him in silence, without realizing it I got up from my bed and approached one of Mom's photos that was plastered on the wall of this room.
I took a photo of my mother, which is displayed in classic wooden frames on this wall. I felt my mother's face in the photo ...
"Ma ... Anjani miss Mom ..., Ma ... Hug Anjani ma ..."
These tears also dripped and soaked this photo of my mother, who I was holding tightly in my hands.