How does it feel living your life, for years, without your Mom?
Believe me, it's kind of miserable.
There is no breakfast in the morning, no kisses on the forehead every back school, no shared clothes and make ups, either a blanket covers your good night. I'm doing that routine every single day, it's fine, but I'm kind of tired.
That was me and my sister, two reckless grown up kids who have been trying to make everything stays on what it should be placed. We drive our own cars to everywhere we can get some foods for our starving. We pack our stuffs without caring everytime we were going to travel somewhere. We prepare our own lunch. We were being mature before the time we should to. And that was not good, it's convinced us to a kind of traumatic feeling we could never get rid of.
I miss you, Mom... life is getting harder when you're not around. I don't know how any longer I would endure to stay within this circumstance. I'm digging a hole upon this house but I still can find no way out. I have troubles. Dad is suck.
Believe me, it's kind of miserable.
There is no breakfast in the morning, no kisses on the forehead every back school, no shared clothes and make ups, either a blanket covers your good night. I'm doing that routine every single day, it's fine, but I'm kind of tired.
That was me and my sister, two reckless grown up kids who have been trying to make everything stays on what it should be placed. We drive our own cars to everywhere we can get some foods for our starving. We pack our stuffs without caring everytime we were going to travel somewhere. We prepare our own lunch. We were being mature before the time we should to. And that was not good, it's convinced us to a kind of traumatic feeling we could never get rid of.
I miss you, Mom... life is getting harder when you're not around. I don't know how any longer I would endure to stay within this circumstance. I'm digging a hole upon this house but I still can find no way out. I have troubles. Dad is suck.
