I think I don’t have it in me to write a real post—just some bits of things.

I was thinking about Aisha today. Aisha who was more like my mom than my mom. Aisha who makes me feel hungry remembering her. Aisha, who I think is the only person I knew from Yuri’s place who probably wasn’t murdered and might even still be alive.

She left me.

When I have that feeling I can’t find…X…Where is…X….? I’m thinking of her.

She was more like my mom than my own mom, but she wasn’t. She left me.