When I was 12 years old I got a phone call that brought my thin walls that held up the rest of my life, crashing down. I was left standing in the middle of the street with no where to turn and a blinding rush of life crashing back into my face. That same day I held my mother’s hand and whispered all the things she would miss if she left us now; me and my sister graduating high school, her first grand child, her son in-laws & much much more. Even after all the begging and pleading she left. I screamed and cried as I watched her take her last breath. I told her it wasn’t fair and she couldn’t do this to me, she couldn’t make me love her with everything in me and then just leave.
For a long time I felt like I was being punished for something I couldn’t remember doing. Sometimes I still do. My mother and sister and nephew deserve to have a beautiful life a family. So why isn’t she still here for them. She would be doing a much better job then I am.