I want you to tell me that my
Mom was awesome.
I want you to tell me that she had the same 'weird/saft' sense of humour as i do.
I want you to tell me your memories of her.
Stories/jokes of what made her laugh,
even what films/food she loved,
because each time i find out a little more about her i find out about myself a little more too-

-I want you to tell me that my
Dad/Family do give a shit
about me and that they did offer me help,
That i was such a rebel/out of control teenager that they felt they couldn't or didn't know how to help.
(ANY EXCUSE) i would have taken.
But most of all i want you to wake me up,
and tell me i have just had a bad dream.
© Melissa Taylor