the yellow pages

if only..

I take out my journal and start a new story about a mother and daughter.. i wonder what that would be like..i take out my journal and start a new story about a mother and daughter.. i wder what that would be like..

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Growing up without a mother was difficult.. having to learn many things on my own although Mrs. Wilson would always be there she just couldnt teach me everything like heartbreak.. and my father didn't understand. how it was with girls well being girls, being bullied because i didn't have the blue eyes like everyone else, because i didn't have the picture perfect family, i would rather be reading books and writing then going out to the drive in. My father tels me im exactly like my mother.. being very introvert, and unique. It seems as if everyone knew my mom but me. "You look just like your mom with the same smile and..." that is what basically all the town told me but never finished. As if they were hiding something. I always wanted to see her but my dad said she left me in the hospital.. alone. I always thought i did something wrong; like i wasn't good enough or worth it. "You were crying a cry the whole town could hear" said mrs. Wilson told me "i stopped by the hospital to visit your mother but she was gone. No one knows were she went." She trailed off to how she had to take care of me for the first month till my dad got back from the city.. although i never knew what he was doing there.