the only memory i have of my mother is her yelling at me to be quiet when i was crying. my grand father had just died. the only memory i have of him is in a park the day his pacemaker stopped, and he collapsed when i was trying to convince him to go on the swing with me. i saw her for the first time a month ago the day after my birthday, and we hugged and i cried and i saw my father too. but i hate her. how could she leave me alone when i was so young. and i hate that i hate her because she went through so much too with my father and her father and her brother but still. i texted her that i dont want to see her and the only response i got was that she unsent a message at midnight and now the only thing i have left of her is a letter she sent when i was 12 and she called me her berry pie