This is the day my Mom left us, 8 years ago.
After all these years, the pain is still here.
8 years ago, on this day, Puss Black had not been born into this world.
And when I had known him, he left us so soon.
Same as losing my Mom, and my big sister before that, and my Dad after that, it is all that similar kind of pain.
Tomorrow is always another day, and never is the same. There are always some changes we don't want, we couldn't help but to accept.
We live to lose. And time goes on.
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