The Stars

Dear Maryam,

Mama always wondered how your hair would hung, curly spirally down over your shoulder or a small little afro?

Mama used to rush home everyday just to see you struggling to put your sandal on so you would get to the gate in time to greet mama.

Mama miss the nights we spent outside looking at the stars while you would be happily screaming "Mama! So many many stars".

Mama hated it when mama left you crying at the gate when mama drove off to work.

But what mama hates the most is that mama have to use past-tense when mama talks about you.