Thirty-one. That’s the number of people that came to Maya’s funeral. Thirty-one people cared enough to come. Out of the hundreds of “I’m sorrys” and “I’m there for yous”, only thirty-one people actually meant it. Thirty-one people out of the 8 billion in the world care about my baby’s death. She was my entire world. And everyone else doesn’t even care about her. She only made an impact on thirty-one people. I’m not okay with that. All of these people that pretended to care and be my friend, didn’t come. I’m so tired of having fake friends. Maya is special. And she’s important. She deserves to be honored and remembered. By more than thirty-one.