Mother's Point of View

I cry every night but I don't know why. I wait for my husband in solitude until I hear the doorbell ring. It's my husband! I guess we'll have a bite or two. I open the door and it isn't him. I start to cry but I don't know why. I've done my fair share of crying but as my friend puts her arm around me, I start to shiver and weep even more. My daughter my daughter! I want my daughter back. It's been too long. She couldn't even see her little brother graduate from eighth grade. My daughter. My poor daughter can't even see her kids. My beautiful grandchildren may never see my mother's radiant face. I can still hear her, " Honey, don't be afraid but I may die before too long."