I’m crying over that fact that now I can’t stand my emotional abusive parents, but when I was little my mom sang the “you are my sunshine” song, my dad treated me like the greatest thing in the world, and in pre-k they gave me piggy back rides to wake me up. Now I can’t even remember I hugged my father and every time I go to get something to eat (I don’t eat much anyway) that b!tch that birthed me always screams at everything I do.