The poncho cardigan in this photo series has a significant sentimental meaning to me. It was a gift my late mom persuaded my elder brother to purchase for me. In a way, it was the last material gift she ever gave me. The

Last night was hard. I was in pain. And loneliness was flooding my soul. I wanted to hear her voice, so bad, even for a little while, a little bit. No amount of screaming could mend the tear in my heart, tears flowed