I remember our first,
It was not the best
But, it gave me breathe.
The ink was shaky,
My hands was shaking.
Mom had shouted at me,
I wasn't at fault
So, why?
I wasn't wrong for missing dad,
I wasn't the reason he left
So why take it out on me?
Why?
Dad had died two years earlier
And mom lost it.
The bills,
It outweighed the pay.
She did her best,
She really did.
But,
What will be,
Will be.
Que sera, sera.
