by Douglas Arias
Sometimes I do miss my mother... I remember sitting at the edge of the bed and talking to her. She had the same mentality I have, and knew what to say and just how to say it. She made me think about me and my thoughts. I miss how her music would play in the mornings, when she would joke with me, haha even yell at me. One day, soon... Ill make her proud. This time, I wont be lying to myself on who I am. :')
