Dear Mom,

You aren't the woman I saw, back when I was little. You seemed so strong, I guess that is why I was shocked when you cried. I remember all the memories, you, my two friends, and I. We would always make so many things, crafting became our everyday ritual. painting, baking, puzzles, and necklace making. You kept me happy, hiding me from the shadows. From all the things that were out to get me. I now see who you were, a druggie, a drunk. I don't blame you, no, It was his fault. That pathetic excuse of a man. The thing keeping you from seeing your only son. At one point I heard you proclaim, through tears, and sobs. You thought I was asleep, but I heard every word. "I want to die!" four words that showed me, your love for my half brother and I. I see you now, proud and happy. I remember laughing the day we got our bunny. I remember the strawberries, and the fireworks. The bead crafts, and gel pens. I remember our long crazy talks, and cleaning out the old attic. I remember the dumpster dives, and the birthday gifts. I remember your face, smiling, happy, loving; and I know that even after you're old and senile, I'll still love you. Fully heartedly, my mother.