A woman's misery

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my memory is a liar so don't believe everything i say, but i'll tell you

i was 5, i knew that because my mom told me everyday,

  she was there sitting at the kitchen table, she was writing something, and she looked sad.

she then smiled at me softly, and her smile vanished right after, i was only five but i wished i found a way to help her, or even know why she is so sorrowful.

i don't remember my father, i don't think i've ever seen him,

i didn't have a brother, or a sister, or friends, i only had mom,

and even her felt so far away, so far that she didn't feel so much like a mom, more like someone who took care of me.

i don't know a lot about families, but i think they are something sweet,

 you know that one doesn't choose it, no one chooses their families, no one chooses not to have one..