This could be it. The very last day we spend together.

The last day we could laugh together. Cry together.
It is ironic to me. That the last day that I could possibly spend with you is today. You are my mother.

Tomorrow I will not not love you one ounce less. I will not wring my hands in frustration for myself. I will be miserable and I will have to act happy. I will have to head the family again.

I will not be selfish. I will find the girl you were proud of in this mess of the girl you know now. I will sing my little sister too sleep in an effort to comfort her.

You are my mother.

Everyday I am angry with you. Today I just cry with you.

Tomorrow I go to school without you. I will come home without you.

But you will call. I know that you will call.

And if you don't I will go dry. I will stop being a child. I will grow up.

Today we fight.

You are my mother.

But everything that i feel is weighted on tomorrow.

To my mother,

the only one,

I love you....and always will.