When A Child Moves Out

There is vacuum in the house when a child moves out; There is vacuum in the house when what used to be presence is now changed to silent absence. As a mother, I still cling on to the memories of my child in her room, in this house where she slept, giggled and lived. There is that loneliness in bearing the vacuum of my child's absence, in realizing that she's no longer a little child who used to giggle and cry. She has grown up and has moved out Her absence is now merged with the presence of her own freedom. And I, as a mother, cannot ask for more.