What is it to remain after my dear mother passed away? When I gaze through the fog of pain and grief, I can feel her radiant and unconditional love. I do not have many early childhood memories. But I have this recollection of a bright summer day in Annaba, sitting on our 4L’s back seat, leaning toward her for her attention. We picked up small square slices of anchovies and black olives pizzas. While we were devouring them, I recall the warmth of her beautiful smile. I was at the receiving end of our everlasting bond. I felt happy and loved. I do know that till the end, I will remember the last time I heard her voice, she was saying I love you. And I know the last time she listened to my voice; I was telling her I love you too. I miss her so much.