Looking back at the closed door made me feel that I no longer had a choice. Like life for me only had one path. It felt like all the love and happiness that my family shared just walked out with my mother. Because I knew that with my dad and his girlfriend, the sun won’t shine as bright anymore and the moon won’t glow as much. I could swear a blanket of darkness was suffocating me, and I could no longer breathe.
I ran outside struggling to get a hold of myself. My lungs searched the air for a hint of water, but everything was dry. Staggering I lost my footing and fell to the ground weeping. Mother was the one thing that kept me breathing, believing that life wasn’t so bad. But she’s gone now, and there’s nothing left to keep me going. People would say the only solution is death, but I disagree.
My mom might have left and took things, but she didn’t take everything. She left some of her independence just for me. I knew from that point on I didn’t have anyone to lean on anymore. I knew from that point I would have to find a way to be independent. Just for Mom.
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