Walking chinatown every year during the chinese new year is a love and hate thing. As i walk pass every shops, the flashbacks just keep coming in. I held back my tears because i don't wanna spoil his day. That very place is the last best memory i had with my mom. It is getting more and more vague, i don't wanna lose it. I wanna hold on tight to those memories i had with her. The more i think, the more painful it gets. I don't wanna feel sad but i just can't help it.

Sometimes, i just wish she is still around to listen to all my ups and downs.
Sometimes i wish her nagging lingers
Sometimes i wish my phone rings with the word "mom"
Sometimes i wish in the middle of the night there is someone to cover blanket for me.

It will never happen anymore. I miss her so so much.