I miss my mom so much, I am left in this world with no one who protects me, loves me, and generally cares about me. My mom was my protector, my guardian and my whole world and she was taking when I was only 15. I asked myself every day if I will ever find someone who ever loved me like my mom.

There are still things I want to tell you. Small things, mostly. A plant I finally learned the name of. Something stupid one of my cats did. A sentence I heard on the street that would have made you laugh. A tree somewhere in Berlin carrying fruit, the kind we would have stopped to inspect as if discovering it ourselves. Sometimes something happens and my first thought is still: I have to tell you this. And for one tiny second, you still exist exactly where you used to. Then I remember. There is nowhere to send it anymore.

My happy place

Curly hair, don’t care. Good morning 🙃

How’s it going up there?

😇

Smile, you’re on camera 📸

My favorite place will always be right here, holding you ❤️