Diaries

Nahla's pov

My mom's diary is very sad but I can't stop myself from reading 

I flip to the next page and it says, However, if you forget about me for a while and then remember, do not be unhappy:

Think of me, smile at me, and pray for me. Allow my name to remain the household word it has always been. Let it be said without effort, without the spectre of a shadow hovering over it. Life has always meant everything. It's the same as it's always been. There is a complete and unbroken chain of events. What is this death if not a minor mishap? Why the fuck should I be out of sight if I'm out of mind? I'm only waiting for you, for a brief moment, somewhere nearby, around the corner. Everything is fine. Nothing has been harmed or lost. Everything will be back to normal in a flash.

When we meet again, we'll chuckle at the trouble of parting!

Oh my to my late but sweet father.