These are just life memories and essays, not as interesting as novels. It has been five months since my mother left me. Time flies so fast, sometimes I just feel like she is still there after just being in a daze for a while. In the first difficult time, I also vented my feelings through words. The words were cold and depressing, but they were just my grief and anger put into writing, and my mother was not included in them. However, ever since it was accidentally lost, I have always had the idea to leave words about my mother.