My sister cut my hair too short. What was supposed to be 4in became 6. But my mother fixed it. My dress tore open from the back. The wedding was tomorrow. But my mother fixed it. I failed a course, I didn’t get the job. Again and again one more time. My self esteem was at a low. But my mother fixed it. I woke up crying from a terrible dream. Shouting out loud for help. My mind was lost. But my mother fixed it. I received a call. My mother passed. So sudden. My heart was broken. My world was shattered. No one can fix it. Nothing is the same. Nothing will ever be the same. I am not the same. I am broken. I want to heal. I want to be fixed. How? The only person to lift me is gone. It hurts so much. Unexplainable. I need my mom to fix it.