It took me years to understand long enough to comprehend that there is no perfect without imperfections. Hurting without a reason. Disdain without an explanation and most of all feeling empty when you never even felt full.
She was not the kind of person she acted nor the mother they believed they knew. Behind those shiny shoes and golden gown is a perfect camouflage of a woman getting out of a white car. Yet I can see through the eyes of her perfect facade with all the love I had left and the years I lived as I grew I gained to realize that one-sided stories are meant to be two if not more to make the story true.
If you're wondering how, why, when, where, and who? Well, I was once a kid who was waiting for her mom to come home.
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