Life’s tricks unveil the fragility and vulnerability we possess. Emotionally and physically broken, my mind wrestles with memories daily—her favorite song, the echo of her voice vowing to conquer cancer. Opening cases on the computer triggers tears, yet I push forward for my daughters, my supportive family, and Yeganeh, a constant presence offering warmth. My mom’s departure was inevitable and by no choice , but hers I can not afford. My most cherished memories are woven with her—from our first meeting: “Hi, I’m the one on the list but never there, what do you drink?” to the Vegas dance floor where she leaned on me, high heels on my feet, singing along while I screamed in pain and she was thinking I was accompanying her. From her midnight doorstep surprise after a long drive to holding hands by the snow-covered mountains’ fireplace, while I was already at peak when she said “yes” and our daughters were born and the memories continued —the list is endless.

I hope she realizes how invaluable she is to me and our family. Don’t loose hope on us, at least not yet. Love you to the moon and back, the same moon that I had the chance to kiss you under but so foolish not too, and hence the regret of my life