May 28, 2003
Addendum
I come here embarassed, looking for words or sympathy or reproval. I come here looking to tell a joke, or sob my way through an angry entry.
In all reality, I'm talking to myself.
My mom came and went. She lied to me this morning when she said she loved my father, that she was happy being home, when we made plans to go and get her things tomorrow.
I am keeping her shelf with all of my books on it. I am putting away the silver picture frame with the two of us, under an umbrella in the rain last Christmas.
Do I have a mother? No. Do I have a real family? I did for about twelve hours, most of which I slept through.
Do I care? Not anymore.
astera at 4:33 p.m.