Before there used to be a homely peaceful environment. Now it's not like that anymore, my heart is filled with dread and anxiety as I wait for you to shoot the bullets at me through words. Every day I paint a smile on my face and stay silent. But my heart breaks piece by piece, I think with hardship comes ease and I need to trust Allah who if can put me in this situation can take me out of it. I miss my mother's love and smile as she'd shower us with her love. Now her absence kills me as if she was here, she'd be proud of our achievements and be here on my wedding day.