It's been a year since Allah took you away from us Babah. I still don't understand why, but you told me to always trust Allah so I will. Ummah never talks about you Babah. I really wish she would instead of pretending like you didn't exist. I miss you. It feels wrong that you're gone. I expect you to be at the breakfast table when I get up in the morning, but you're never there. I wish I had someone to talk to about the emptiness. Someone other than Allah.