7/2/2005 - Mother

She is a trophy wife for my step-dad.

He is from Iran and she looks like the Queen of the Arian race.

Slender, natural blonde hair, ocean blue eyes.

Its fucked up.

I sometimes wonder what made her give up her soul for a comfortable life.

From what people have told me about her younger self she seems like a different person.                                

I think I would have liked her.

When we were kids there was some of that person left in her, she was fun back then.

 She was more human back then.

Is tragic when women become doll like.

 And less mother like.

Just another lesson.

 Yet one more pain to endure.

But willingly as always.

                     Its the pain that makes us strong.

        What dosent kill you..........

 

I miss her.

                           I think she does too.

 

        ~Blessed Be~        MisCatt                          

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