Dallyson Stories

They say daughters need their mother, But what can I do, My mother is the anger in my words, The words in my silence. My mother is the pain in my tears, The ghost in my smile. My mother, Is the hurt in my heart, The fear in my bones. My mother, Is the voice in my head, That claws at my mind. My mother, That was supposed to mold me, build me, broke me. Or, Jane Curtis was only five years old when she decided she hated her mother. But that all changes years later when her mother was gone. She couldn't help but wish she was closer with her mother like her brothers were, but than she would be reminded of why she hated her mother so deeply those years back. She just wishes she could've got closure before her mother died. based on my shifting au that I have with a friend