Sunny weather makes me think of Mum. She was called Sunni, and her love was as warm as that of the sun on a hot summer day. It has been a year now, since she passed away. Not a single day go by, that we do not miss her. Perhaps I miss her the most. I still try to make her proud of me. She was, I know, but she could be more proud than that. I believe she would be.
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