honesty exercises – I miss my mom

I have days like these when I miss my mom the mom I wanted who would have spoiled me and dressed my wounds who would have jumped up for joy at any little thing that made me happy and bought me a chocolate or maybe a dress or some shoes I miss my mom like I want to breathe fresh air after sitting in smoke and I call her and we talk imagining that she misses her daughter too who would have hugged her and told her how beautiful she is and how much she loves her