Dear Mom,
The world is an ugly place, we have learned that through the years we spent together, and remaining strong isn't always easy especially when all I can hear when I hear the wind hitting the side of our old house is your voice. I think of you everyday and you will remain in my mind until my own soul is snatched away and my existence is erased.
You were the one person who was always there and the only person who has seen me at my most vulnerable. Even when you were in so much pain, you greeted me with a smile on your face until the very end.
You even stayed strong throughout father's bad years. Even though he was so intoxicated everyday that he couldn't even function and even though all the food we could have gotten went toward acohol, you stayed positive. You still smiled. I sometimes wished you would get mad, that you would yell and cry like I knew you wanted to, but I know that that isn't you. It's me.
Vera
A/N: I hope you liked that little extra. This was mostly a way to help me get back into writing about Vera and it was to help explain a bit more about Vera's past. I hope that helped clear some things up and you can expect more of these soon as well as the next chapter of Soul City.
