My mom was always the perfect example of what not to be. I guess that was why she was so significant in my life. I constantly watched her every move. I let her guide me in doing right. At the time I watched in awe, but now I somehow took all that awe and made it disgust. See, its funny because I didn’t mean too. I didn’t mean to turn the image I had of my mom bad. But ever since I did, it’s only brought me good. I no longer wait for her to come back. I no longer wait for her to make me happy. I grew up with “honor thy mother and father,” but whats honorable about drugs and sex before marriage? I’m going to be better because she wasnt.