I Miss You

When I was just a little girl
I asked my mother, what will I be
Will I be pretty, will I be rich
Here's what she said to me.

Que Sera, Sera,
Whatever will be, will be
The future's not ours, to see
Que Sera, Sera

What will be, will be.


This is a song my Mak used to sing for me. (in Tamil version of course).
I miss her. So much, that it hurts. It makes my heart ache. It makes me want to cry and never stop.
It's been a long time since someone hug me. I missed the warmth of her hug. Her sweet smell. In her hug, I know I'll always be safe.


I miss her.