Just little subject…
My mother and me become close when she got cancer.My brother was in Dominicana,and I began taking care of her.
It was very hard,bc we had no money,no car,no family to help.
But through my care of her,she got me feeling different,bc of my dedication to her…
We stopped fighting,and she put trust in me…
Then she died three years after struggle …
I was devastated for an year,but then become regreting for all the things I’ve done wrong to her…
We used to fight from my adolescence,and I blamed her for lot of things…
Now I have very abusive father,who tend to hurt me five days a week …
But I’m trying to forget his ignorance,and help him when I can,have a lunch ocassionally,and try to put away things he’s doing …
One day he’ll be gone,the hurt will dissappear,and all I would have are memories of good time…
I’m trying hard…