There was an emptiness in touching down in Toronto - and in greeting my best friend - and in catching up with my people.
There's an emptiness in the thought of going back to Kitchener for Christmas. An emptiness in the thought of opening gifts and eating turkey.
There's an emptiness.
I will never again have a mother's love.
My mother's love.
Her love was my home.
I'll never be able to go home again.