What I'd hoped was to see you more at ease.
What I'd hoped was to see you more comfortable in your own skin.
What I'd hoped was to see a refreshed look in your eyes.
Yet when I saw you, the hope washed away.
Your struggle with your decisions clearly still creasing your forehead. Your eyes still sting with resentment, hurt and fear. Your heart still wildly beats out of your chest at the mention of the past twenty five years. Your balance on your own two feet is that of a newborn folly.
I won't pretend that I know how it feels, or that I could or would handle things any differently than you have. I wish you peace, I wish you love and I wish you to find who you are and come back to us.
Tuesday, February 9, 2010
Dear Mom,
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