I recall once reading in a book a conversation between death and life. Life had asked Death why he is so loathed by many yet she was loved. Death's statement was not simple, succinct nor sweet. He said, "Don't you see? People love you because you are a beautiful deception while I? Well people detest me because I am an ugly truth. A reminder that life is fleeting and delicate. Death eternal."

If there is anyone who can attest to this, it would be everyone who has been robbed of their mother's warm embrace by the cold hand of death. And Vanessa Chettle is one such individual. The poor soul lost her mother at a young age and has had to grow up without knowing who her mother truly was beyond the memories her sisters have of her.

And today being the anniversary of her death, she shrunk into herself to find solitude is not solace and what she posted thereafter was the kind of stuff that makes grown men's eyes sweat. Here's what she said:

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