"Child, will you come here for a second?" The nurse calls from my mother's bedroom.
My mom stared in front of herself and kept saying "I see her! I know she's there! It's the good mother!"
She's been this way since I was a child. However, when my father left us, she became a shell. She says the good mother has left us and all we had were our own corpses.
That almost seems true, although, I know not to trust a word she says. She will not turn me into a shell. I will not allow her to do so.
The nurse just stands there, confused and unsure of how to handle the (all too usual) situation at hand.
I was left with the difficulties of being a motherless daughter. She's always too busy sulking and I'm all too busy caring for her.
I can't even go to school out of fear that my mother will kill herself. I almost prefer to let her but that would be neglectful, wouldn't it?
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