She watched her mother get hit...time and time again. Different guys everyday...carrying something which must have been drugs...for my mother to get so mad to hit me. I tried to stay out of her way...yet I tried to understand. The men would whisper something to me in my ear...I tried so hard not to understand. I saw my mother lying on the floor crying...I went over asked what was wrong, she pushed me away and said run and leave me alone. I didn't know what else to do this woman used to love me...so I stayed and tried holding her hand, everything seemed fine until she grabbed my throat and threw me to the wall. My mother went to rehab and then therapy...I went to intensive care. She got clean and urged to come and see me...lucky for her I'm just a memory. The day she laid me in the ground was the day a child taught a mother to be a mother and not a child.
