Mother's Day is this weekend. Will is really upset. Apparently it was really special to him and his mom, but this is the first one since he cut her off. This last year has had a lot of firsts, hasn't it? He says I wouldn't understand and I guess that's true, though I think I understand more than he thinks. I dunno. In elementary school we used to make things for Mother's Day—cards or little magnets with our fingerprints on them—and I always considered throwing mine away, but I kept them. I guess maybe part of me was hoping I'd have someone to give them to someday. I did wonder sometimes, why my dad never talked about my "mother" or had any pictures and I wondered what it was like growing up with a mother but I didn't ever give it too much thought. Now that I think of it, this is Will's first Mother's Day without a mother while it's my first with one. If you count Talia. Which, I like to think she counts, even if I haven't spent a lot of time with her yet.
