I wished to be my own mother.
The daughter I always wanted to be is the mother I always craved to coddle me and hold me tightly and tell me lies like everything will be just fine. He's just a little angry at himself.
It's never your fault, I'd say to her.
It was never my fault.
I was just a child.
What could I have done that broke them apart.
I couldn't recite the alphabet, and I certainly could not come between a married couple at all.
I never drew within the lines, is that it? Is that what caused him to cry. I promise I'll never pick up a pencil again or even look at another crayon. I'll never dare to draw ever again.
If I had a time machine, I would go back to the night they met. I'd send her on a different date and make him feel misled.
I'd prevent them from making the mistake. I'd slowly dissolve as he felt stood up when she never showed up. My work was done.
If only I could become a mother, I would never make the child out to be a mistake. I would protect it from the pain at all costs.
If only I was a mother to me, then maybe we'd all be happier.
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When you feel you can do better for yourself and make better if only you'd be the one raising yourself.
Have a great night :)
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