I tell you something.
My mum is hurt bad.
I can't tell you ( sufficiently) how hurt my mum is right now.
My mum called me early this morning which she never does. Just to tell me why she snapped at me yesterday.
I wish I could change things. I wish I could make it so that her life hasn't been the struggle it has been
But I cant.
I cant do shit.
My mum would say she doesn't have a favourite child. maybe. But in my eyes mum lost her closest (if not favourite) son.
She reminded me again that I'm the last one.