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Jul 2020
its near nine and the kids are antsy
mom needs a nap before she can make dinner
mom is tired
the kids are hungry
mom feels sad and im in the kitchen

big big girl and her words are bigger
Presumptuous, precocious, pompous little ****.
If you can talk like a grown woman, I’ll hit you like you’re a grown woman.
she never means it
the kids feel antsy
if i keep crying like that ill upset them
why don’t you care if
you upset me?


Except
I’m not upset anymore
and my mom isn’t all that tired either
I’ve planted a flower garden and taken up baking, actually
Mom smiles so often too, but
she just feels like a stranger to me
**** changes a lot in two years **** thank God
Written by
coqueta
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