“Mom! You love her more than me” spoke my friend. Only four words. You. Love. Her. More.
“Sweetheart, no! I love you with all of my heart!” Said the mother as she embraced her daughter, swarming her with affection.
“You love her more” I said to my mother, awaiting the comforting love that I had dreamt of. Only four words. You. Love. Her. More.
“Stop being ridiculous”, only three words, replied my mother.
I cried. I had never felt motherly affection before. Why do other mothers do it, but not mine? “It’s okay”, I thought “you’re used to this by now.”
I went and sat by my window, praying dad would come home, but I knew he never would.