Black rose

Mother

There i was, my 16 year old self holding my mothers hand with tears falling down my soft light-skinned cheeks. With the words "mom it will be okay you will pull through." I prayed and prayed but god didn't feel real at that moment. Memories flash before my mind, i feel the pressure on my shoulders. As if someone sat bricks on my shoulder. My mother looked me in the eyes, and said "wake up."

I wake up, to see my mother standing over my bed.
Mom: breakfast?
Im blinking very hard, realizing it was all a dream. I felt my self drowning in confusion.
Mom: girl you good ? Marlee you gotta get ahold of yourself.
She sat on my bed with her hands behind my back, i felt her ring. Danm i hate that ring, it came from a man that the voices tell me things about i don't trust him. I hate him. He took my mother away from me.  I get up and i walk to the kitchen i look at my mother and ask, "you coming?"