It used to be that every morning when I woke up, the first thing I saw was you, and your face and smile that was too familiar to me. And that wasn't the case today or the previous three Saturdays. As soon as I woke up, my eyes looked longingly toward the door, and sure enough I was disappointed, with nothing but cold walls in front of me. No matter how much I shouted or screamed in the house I would never hear your voice or see you.
Mom, I miss you. Where are you now? See the red balloon in front of the window? I know you like the color red, and I got it especially for you; I know you like the round shape, and I blew it up especially for you, but I'm sorry, it's broken a little bit, and I can't blow it up twice as big.
Mom, when will you be back? Don't forget, you agreed to come home early last night. I know, it doesn't matter, there have been three Friday nights when you agreed to come home early, and not once have you come home early. I know, you're busy.
Mom, I ate a bag of chocolate beans. I know you don't like them, but I saved them for you anyway.
Mom, come back, when you're done, let's play with the sachet, okay? I stood in front of the windowsill, playing by myself, but I couldn't experience that feeling.
Mom, come back!
Mom, come back! I'll be lying on the windowsill waiting for you.
Mom, I miss you!