(Quote from Look What You’ve Done by Drake)
When she was younger, she and her mother argued every single day.
There was only a few times in a month that their days, a mother-child household, were spent in relative peace.
The mother, the adopter, longed to love and cherish her adopted child; give the small baby a better life in all the ways she could, despite being elderly.
But the child grew up selfish and spoiled.
So every day they argued.
Every day, the mother cried.
Upon seeing this, the child, she felt guilt and
would utter empty apologies. Empty,
because as a child, the definition of a true apology was not yet known to her.
Her fifth grade year, her mother, then in her late sixties to early seventies, began to show signs of dementia that would years later develop into Alzheimer’s and hospice.
Now in her early twenties, the daughter would do anything,
to hear her mother call her by her name…
And you love me/and I love you/and your heart hurts/mine does to
And they just words/but they cut deep/but it’s our world/it’s just us two*