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I haven’t written in a long time so this might be a bit…bad. sweatdrop The title sux, but I couldn't think of much... Ah, well…
She had been gone all week and I actually kinda sorta missed her a bit. Either “out working”, running “errands” in Mexico, or “taking your uncle” someplace… She was never home. Never there to say “good morning”, “goodnight”, “how was ur day?” or even to find out about he fresh wounds on my body that had appeared for some unexplained reason. Even holding up this pencil is painful due to the bruises I’ve recently acquired on my arms. Don’t get me wrong; these wounds aren’t intentional or anything. But it would be nice to get noticed every once in a while. I’m not asking for much… So last night I took my chances, went up to her, hugged and kissed her and gave her a massage. I complimented and even did extra chores for her, but for what? For the mean, insulting comments she told my uncle about me? For the way she kept ignoring me every time I tried to say something? For getting left alone after she left me behind when I was trying to tell her something important? Now I’m laying in bed doing something I’m very used to: trying to hold back the tears that few even now are there, and as I start to feel the drowsiness of sleep, I mutter to myself that important little thing I didn’t get the chance to mention. “I love you… very much, Mommy…”
I’ve recently been… somewhat “inspired” to write a certain story, but I can’t seem to get it into paper quite right yet… When I do, I’ll be sure to post it up as soon as possible! Thnx again 4 reading! 4laugh
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