I remember when I was small and you were all I wanted to be, to become.
You loved your work, your life, and everyone around you, you saw the good in everything and everyone.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
When I grew older and you grew more distant I wasn’t sure anymore, I knew you were good and you didn’t have a bad bone in you but the good got overshadowed.
It got overshadowed by your issues, which became ours, mine. When I should’ve been a child.
You didn’t seem as optimistic and happy as you were, as you were drifting away from us.
I don’t have many fond memories, I keep trying to find them deep in my brain but my mind only goes to all the bad and dirty, I don’t know why.
I remember you being good and kind but when I try to see it in my head it’s just static.
All I see is blood, I see drinks where I shouldn’t, I hear myself crying when my brother tried to take care of you.
Now when I see your face in my head I see you smiling, I see you happy, but I don’t understand why I couldn’t have that mom whilst I was growing up.
When I look back at my youth I try my hardest to see that inspiration I used to feel, the inspiration\u00a0I’m\u00a0missing.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
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