Mother

robin1388

I love when I tell my mom things about my life and she tells me that I was exactly like her when she was younger. When I run my eyes over photos of her when she was the same age as mine I almost think I'm looking at myself. We had the same ambitions, dreams, hopes, desires, and fears. Then I remember being a little girl watching my mother break down on the stairs of our first house wishing she had chose a different way of life and praying that I would turn out better then her.

  • Author: robin1388 (Offline Offline)
  • Published: November 13th, 2022 19:41
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  • L. B. Mek

    Important words!
    Your ink runs from reality's rivers
    than idyllic dreamed-up mirages
    I hope these words, eventually reach more and more untainted heart's
    they could help people avoid so much hurt...
    thanks for sharing!



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