Waktu Alex sama ibu Alex time is same mom

A friend of Steemians has been through a tough day in the past week and knows how long it will end. Time seemed to creep slowly, limping past the seconds, minute by minute, hour by hour, until the day changed. Like a pair of legs, the time has been paralyzed in stepping.
It’s not the wrong time that makes our Steemians friend upset. The time she passed today, the same as yesterday and yesterday again. The amount is also the same: 24 hours per day. However, everything she did became bland, the fun went off somewhere. She became uninspired, filling the day with tears. Sometimes the busyness drowns him, but a moment later the sadness returns to whack. She's hard to move on. The ‘cause is the person who gave birth to her in the world is gone forever. Her mother died after being hospitalized. Our Steemians friends have tried to be sincere, always pray for their mother after he perform the salat. But it did not last long. While praying, she remembered her mother and it made her cry. While working, she remembered her mother and it also made her tears spill. Fortitude, patience, sincerity, always easy to say but difficult to apply. She wrote poems for mom and posted them on Steemit, and that kept her tears running. Tumble to earth.