Ever heard the expression, there's many fish in the sea?

I have.   

My mother once told me that whilst we watched the river next to our house. The little ripples in the current made the river look treacherous and dangerous. Like it could kill anything in its path.

The river proved me right when it was my tenth birthday. The tragedy that my birthday provided has truly scarred me in a way which can't be explained; only shown by the grave my mother now has. That's right; my tenth birthday is the day my own mother died. Not a foster mother or anything like that, my own biological mother.

She drowned in this very river that's right next to our small home.

Every day I'm reminded of her tragic death by having to walk out to see this. This blue substance which can kill in one of the most scariest ways. Drowning!

Anyway back to what I said before; there are many fish in the ocean. Both metaphorically and literally. But there's only one true mother of mine and now she's gone, forever.

There are many fish in the ocean but there's only one mother of mine. One mother which is now laying dead in the waters bed. One mother who left her child to fend for herself; one mother who left her child an orphan.

My mother's dead; on my birthday. Every year which is meant to celebrate my birth is the day that I morn my mother's death.

That's just how the planet works though. Using its cruel ways to harm every living being.