Yesterday wasn't a good day for me. Burying my mother was one of the worst experiences in my life, touching her hands and feeling them being colder than the church we were in, I held it together until then. I was crying in limo, didn't even go to the celebration at my uncle's house afterward. I felt no love or hope left in me, I was tired but I couldn't sleep. I felt some comfort when my cousin's daughter hugged me and holding my baby nephew. Maybe these kids will save me.