Mommy, why do you beat me and call me mean names? Why do you yell at me when I've done nothing wrong? I don't know what an abortion is, but daddy says it's something bad. Why do you say you wish you had one? I'll buy you an abortion, Mommy. Do they sell them at the store? I promise you, I'll get you one. Will it make you love me more? What did I do wrong, Mommy? I don't understand. Why do you hate me, Mommy? I'm only four years old.
Stop calling me those names, Mom. Don't hit me with your belt. If you don't like how I act, you can only blame yourself. Do you want me to slash my wrists and bleed until I die? It's not an abortion, but at least I can try. I never did anything wrong, Mom. You really need to chill. I never did anything dumb, Mom. I'm almost sixteen years old.
Stop calling my cell phone. Stop calling my house. If you want to know why I hate you, just think about our past. What could you possibly want from me? I've always done my best. I graduated college. I aced every test. Maybe I'll never understand, I'm not even going to try. I'll never think about you, Mom. I'm already thirty-five.
I really miss you, Mom. I wish you would come back. I don't know why I hated you, who cares about our past? You really tried to change, but I denied all your calls. I thought I was so much better, I thought I deserved more. I was too stubborn and now you're gone. I always think about you, Mom. Today you'd be sixty-four.
