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 understand.
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.
Youngest.
Oh boy.
Sorry for the loss of her son, and for your brother.
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