EPTWe all love you. I'll tell them that you're sorry, that you love them, and that you're scared. They're angry and hurt. I've never been the one to be mad at you, even though it's hard not to be.
The last few years have put me through quite a few hard times. It's hard to forgive you when you're saying you're sorry completely wasted out of your mind. It's hard to forgive you when you screw up a week before I leave. But I'll always forgive you and I'll always be there.
It's hard to leave you without even a hug. You put your hand to the glass and so do I, but the glass is cold. I don't feel your hand. You're crying so hard, but I'm not going to let you see me cry. I won't do it. I hope you can't see my eyes welling up.
"Visitors, your half-hour is over. Please find your way back." I can't hold them back. I'm balling like a baby, ashamed that I let you see, but the look on your face tells me you really are sorry, and that it's ok.
I miss the mom I had, but I'll have you back someday.
