I'm sorry, mommy.
You told me you loved me. For the first time in years. You were tucking me in bed with tears stinging your eyes.
I stared back, looking at the ugly wrinkles lining your face.
"Well...I don't!"
I turned away, staring at the plain white wall.
You shouldn't have seen my wounds.
Aug 4, 2019
Aug 4, 2019 at 2:28 PM UTC
I'm sorry, mommy.
You told me you loved me. For the first time in years. You were tucking me in bed with tears stinging your eyes.
I stared back, looking at the ugly wrinkles lining your face.
"Well...I don't!"
I turned away, staring at the plain white wall.
You shouldn't have seen my wounds.
sometimes we make mistakes
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