Again, I don't like this; I can't relate to it at all. I have both my parents.
Mommy?
Are you feeling better now?
Aw, don't cry, mommy.
It's only a teri...terl...ternimal 'sease.
You'll be okay. Everything's fine.
Mommy?
Silly goose, don't go to sleep. I'm still here.
Wake up! Guess what I did in school?
Mommy...
I called to her a few times more, but she didn't respond.
That's when I started crying.
I was four.
It was my first day of kindergarten.
I like to think I'm over it,
But I keep feeling like I missed out on something.
All I remember is a tear- and blood-stained face.
That face could have kissed me good night for the past 8 years.
She didn't though--is it wrong to feel bitter about it?
It's not like she could help it.
One thing I have promised myself:
My daughter will never have to wonder if I love her.
I will be there for her.
I will be the mom I never had.
