Well, no one really understands how things are right now for me I'm broke, hungry, cold and exhausted. My comfort, coffee, yet no home to live in. But the one thing I have with me that doesn't grow weary, is the strength within that when brought out, calms the fiercest storms. I will win a prize tomorrow. One that I'll be proud of My first prize. Until then, adiós amigo and pray for my success.
Hello. I am Azka. I am a homemaker having a caring husband with two beautiful kids. I am a graduate in Bachelors of Sciences in Computer science. Did three months of internship. Started work on some online business platform. My hobbies include reading online novels, dance on music for excercising. Loved to write since I was 17. Didn't wrote continuously though but wrote bit by bit. Mostly wrote on a private online diary. I would like to earn online from doing what I always wanted to do ie from reading or from writing. I am easy going friendly person. People love to accompany me. I am also a good secret keeper. I am happy with my love life and living. I'M Me the only unique one in my own way.
I was 7 years old when I remember my mom first leaving me. I suppose you could've considered me naive. I always thought she intended on coming back. One night, we were hanging out in the living room, watching her favorite; Keeping up with the Kardashians. (Not my taste). The oven was heating up some bagel bites and it rang, indicating they were done. My mom told me to stay put and she'd be back down. So I waited. After a couple minutes I went upstairs and she was sitting at the table, phone in hand, looking distraught. When she saw me she immediately hung up. She asked me if i wanted a coke, I said yes, and she told me she'd be right back. She left into the garage to fetch it. I waited and waited for what felt like forever but finally my patience wore thin. I walked into the kitchen and opened the door to the garage where we kept a fridge full of soda and found the main garage door open into the dark night and my mom no where to be seen. That is my first recollection of my mom leaving me. Throughout my life she would come in and out, always in spurts and never for long. Drugs controlled her life. It got to the point where when she'd stay the night I'd hold her hand so that I would wake up if she went to leave while I slept. Fast forward to when I was about 12. I found out my mom was dying of a liver disease; a rare one. It had been a couple years since I heard from her. She got into contact with my dad, and from then we scheduled calls. I kept up with her as much as my 7th grade mind could. I didn't really comprehend exactly what was happening. 8th grade. By this time my mom was in hospice. Her disease was beyond repair. With her not staying sober, she couldn't be placed on the donor wait list for a liver. On the night of April 31st 2014 my mom died. I was... devastated. I had gotten home from church and my dad called me into the room. He told me and my brother she wasn't going to make it through the night. I remember picking up the phone, and she could barely speak. I said; "Mom... I love you. I miss you. And I forgive you." And just above a whisper. So soft you could barely hear, "I love you." She said. We hung up the phone and my heart died. My life, as I knew it, would never be the same. I would never see my mom at Christmas again. She wouldn't see me dress up for prom. She wouldn't see me graduate. She wouldn't see me walk down the aisle. Now I am 17 years old. It's been almost 4 years and I still hear her last words to me as clear as when she spoke them. I love her. I forgive her. And we both are free.
