Summers are best spent at the beach, where there’s water and wind to cool you down. But in a city with rushing cars and dust everywhere, it isn’t as friendly. Every time I feel the wind rush towards me, especially when it’s so hot I am literally melting, I always think it’s my mom’s way of comforting and cooling me. Just a few days ago I muttered “it’s so hot!” by the dinning room window and wind passed from the gardens as if by command.
It sucks not to have her physically around, I think everyone’s picked up on that already. But there are little things that make me feel that she’s still there, guiding me through everyday challenges.