Why did my mother pass away so early? Why did she go without even saying goodbye? What did she do to make her pass away so early? Why did she leave me at the age of 3 when I needed her the most? Why?

Why did God deny me the chance of having to know who she is? Of having to know what her favourite colour is? Why did she pass away eleven days after my birthday?

These are the questions I have been asking myself for the past 13 years and still, I have no answers.