I miss my mom. Like, I miss when I was younger and not as stupid because a kindergartner can’t be stupid. I miss when she held me while I cried so hard because I was in trouble, and how she’d sing and rock back and forth. I miss my mom the way flowers wait for the sun before blooming. I’m scared without her, and I’m scared I won’t be able to be on my own without her. But I always have the doubt she’d miss me too. She tells me she will in the future and has so much in the past when we were separate. Still I doubt it, how could you miss a waste of time, someone who wasted your money and disconnected from you because of the man you married, how could you miss them when they turned into him too? I wish my mom would hold me again, and not ask questions or answer mine when I ask why. I want to cry so much when I see her, I feel so bad for her, I miss being my moms baby.