I blamed mom at first, you know.
I don't know why I did. I knew it wasn't her fault.
The phone rang, and a few minutes later I heard mom sobbing. Something wasn't right, so I left my room.
She was crying and craddling the phone. She had collapsed on the ground, and was rocking back and forth when I found her.
I asked what was wrong, and she just kind of stopped. She looked at me, and she just looked so... Sad. But not for what she lost anymore, it was like she was upset over what I had lost.
I knew something had happened.
I asked where you were.
She got off the ground, and came over to me. When she hugged me, I knew.
I lost it.
I cried.
I sobbed.
I pushed her away.
I screamed at her.
I told her it was her fault.
She tried to reach for me but I pushed her away again.
I ran to my room.
I laid there and sobbed.
After a few minutes she had came back in, but this time I didn't push her away when she held me.
I knew it hadn't been her fault, but I didn't want to blame you.
Oh, and it's been a month.
