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.