To give to my mom. It’s a book that tells about how wonderful your mom is. Bought it from Cracker Barrel. It’s black-and-white and it’s got cute little pictures in it.
I didn’t give it to her. Why? I wanted to read the book and personalize it. Write in each section something that my mom did or memory.
My 16 year old sister was cleaning my dad’s room she found it and gave it to my mom. My mom thinks it’s from her. I didn’t make a big deal I walked away.
Why does it hurt so much? There is nothing in my life that she hasn’t stolen, taken, or destroyed. This is just one more thing to add to the list. Every single day I walk into the house I see someway else I have been violated.
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