Satinder Dhillon

My mother was taken away from me due to domestic violence.  I was 14 years old, in 9th grade.  Below is a picture of my mother and I back in India when I was younger....how I would give up everything I give my mother one more kiss and tell her how much I love her and miss her.  As I type this tears roll down my cheek and my emotions range from sadness to happiness.  But I now I do not feel angry as I once did, because it is that same anger that led to this.  I made this page for my Grandmother, cause she's the M.O.M.Y in this case.

I know you still watch over me everyday,

I've tried to relieve the pain in every way.

They say wounds are all healed by time,

Only if we reunite, then you can heal mine.

But even though you are not with me any longer,

I live each day to improve and become stronger.

I love you with all my heart and that will never change.

I get lost looking for sunshine after the rain.

I promise you that even though you are not here to approve,

I will make all of your dream for me come true...