I miss my old life with my mom in it
Of course, here’s a longer version:
I Miss My Old Life with My Mom in It
Lately, I find myself missing my old life, the one I had with my mom in it. Life just doesn’t feel the same anymore, and sometimes, I wish I could go back to the way things were. I miss the comfort of her presence, the way she could make any day feel better with her smile or her warm words. No matter how tough life got, she had a way of making everything seem manageable, and I could always count on her to be there, no questions asked.
The quiet moments we shared, the laughter we’d have over small things, and the way she always knew just what I needed—it all feels like a distant memory now. There are days when I wish I could talk to her again, hear her advice, or just sit with her and enjoy the simple moments. It’s not that I don’t have people around me, but there’s a space in my heart that only she used to fill.
I know things have changed, and life moves on, but a part of me will always long for those days when my mom was right there beside me, guiding me through it all.
