I hold her in my arms, letting her tears soak through my shirt. I have nothing to say to ease her sorrows, all I can do is this.
I stroke her back, and I can hear how she swallows her cries. My heart breaks to the sound of her broken heart, and I hold her closer to me. I think of how I was when my father died, I felt nothing. He meant nothing to me. I never cried, and to be honest. I was glad he died. However, watching my mother get killed by my own father is something I will never be able to get over. I
loved my mom; she was like the sun. Sure, she wasn't alway the best mom, getting high on pills and shooting shit up her arm. But the days she didn't do anything she was like the mother I always dreamed of. And my own father killed her, then himself.
The only true mother figure I had in my teenage years was my adoptive mom, Ms. Adler.
But she could never replace my own mother. No matter how much I wanted her to. I know about Dawns relation with her dad, but I can tell that she still cared for him. I can tell how much
she cared and how she still does. I guess that like everyone else, she wanted him to be proud of her. I never met him, but I think he was.
She is an amazing woman, who has tackled a lot for her age. Anyone would've been proud to have her as a daughter, and I'm proud to call her mine. I will be here for her, trough sickness and health.
I will carry her when she can't, and I will take her pain.
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