I witnessed my mother chip in and pay for people's rent, car notes, and buying them groceries.
Although my mother's intentions were good, occasionally, her generosity has been taken advantage of.
I write sitting on the hardwood floor, my back pressed against the hard red knobs of my dresser. *** Now I buy my own Benadryl and keep it on me at all times. I wait for a text reply from her; some excuse about why she can’t get away. My mother’s country house, two hours away from my hometown, was built by a Revolutionary War soldier with his own hands. Several years ago, she posted a photo on Facebook of the backyard, lush and green, with tiny orbs appearing like starlight.
It isn’t comfortable, but something about the constant pressure grounds me. I shrink inside of myself, stacking sadness on top of anxiety on top of daydreaming. These days, my mother and I mostly communicate via group text messages along with my older sister, in which my mother and I reply to my sister, who shares photos of my niece and nephews. Maybe you can come down and visit me while I’m there? I text rather than call her because she might be in the same room as him. When Nana picks me up from the train station, I secretly hope my mother is in the car with her, wanting to surprise me. “I love you past the sun and the moon and the stars,” she’d always say to me when I was little.
My mother My mother has always had strong faith and views in her religion.
When I was younger, every day and night, she would bring prayer time to me and my brother's attention.
Being strong, generous and optimistic are all some great personality traits, which my mother possesses.
Ever since I can remember, my mother has been a strong individual.
Do you have someone who is great, spends time with you, cares for you, and is an important person? One of the things she talks to me about is what will happen when I grow up. And one day I had a really bad day with my friends, and she told me what to do about it. We play games, bake cookies, make necklaces, and draw doodle tricks. Our favorite book is Mom takes me shopping at the mall. We usually get Chinese food or go to a Mc Donald’s restaurant.
Well, I do, and she has black hair, brown eyes, and a caring touch. When we ride the escalator, my mom pretends to fall back and says, “My shoestring’s stuck!