Is it selfish of me to not want the year to end?

It’s 11.00 pm on the 31st of December 2015 and no part of me wants the year to end.

27 years of my life have been spent with Maama in it … with me following closely behind her. I’ve been almost like her shadow. Observing her every move and being guided by her. I’ve watched her pull out weed shoots from the garden, pollinate flowers, how gracefully she crosses the Olhi, how she took the knife and scraped the bark of the Bageecha tree and applied it on my cuts and wounds, how she soaks her finger tips in a small pot of water and cut her nails with her little black knife, how she’s made my glass of milk specifically with 4 tablet spoons of milk powder and how she has always literally pulled me up whenever I fell. Every time I got lost, I’ve always found my way back because she has been steering and guiding me.

What use is a shadow now?  What is it’s purpose?

No part of me wants a year without Maama.