From being attached by an umbilical cord to hating you due to preteen stereotypes to becoming my best friend. You have been there for me through the good and the bad. The only one who I can cry to at 3 am and the only one who gave me attention when I didn’t deserve it. I don’t know where I would be without you, mom. I owe you everything.
Once upon a time there were 8 of us living in this two and a half bedroom house. I even remember writing a letter to Operah when I was 13 to ask for a bigger space.. Other relatives and immediate family members have come and go but now it’s just me and you. I spend most of my time with you. I am no longer blinded by the fact that you are lonely due to your children living in their own space. I see that you are lonely for you long to hold your husband and son again. I see you pain due to the stressors of finances and the stress after work. You’re the kind of person that wants peace for everyone and willing to sacrifice your own needs and wants for others. And your eldest child calls you selfish? Selfish enough to sacrifice working your job to take care of her kids for free? How dare she?! Your seconds and fourth child complaining how the house is rotting away and not doing anything about it. Fools. They might have a bachelor’ degree, but they are ignorant enough to say such things.
I had a dream once that I lost you and in the dream I did not speak a word to anyone for a year.
I’m sorry for being selfish and not choosing dad’s wishes after his death. I would’ve already been done by now and paying the mortgage for you. Don’t worry though. I’ll take care of you.