[Lục Tuyết Kỳ]

One day, the phone will be silent, and as you reach for it, your heart will ache, longing for a call that will never come. In that unbearable quiet, you'll realize just how her voice was the melody of your life, guiding you through every joy, every sorrow, and the once-overlooked moments that now hold so much meaning.

One day, the holidays will be shadows of what they once were.  You’ll set the table with her favorite dishes, striving to recreate the magic she infused with her laughter and stories. But no matter how perfectly you follow her recipes, the food will never taste the same - because it was her love, not the ingredients, that filled the room with warmth.

One day, her advice will echo in your mind, but without the gentle lilt of her voice - that unique mix of wisdom and tenderness only a mother has - it will feel incomplete. You’ll find yourself yearning for those late-night talks, where her words wrapped around you like a blanket, shielding you from the world’s harshness.

One day, you’ll glance at the empty chair she once filled, and the house will feel too big, too quiet. The small things she did - folding your laundry just right, the lingering scent of her perfume - will become sacred, remnants of a love that shaped every part of you.

One day, the calls will stop, and you’ll understand that it was never about the phone ringing but about the connection that ran deeper than any conversation - a bond that time and distance can’t erase. The lessons she taught, the strength she imparted, and the love that will forever pulse through your veins will endure even the crushing stillness, a love that transcends even the silence.

One day, you’ll write a song because you miss her so much that only music can fill that empty void in your heart.