I remember ma. I had her puffy hair and blue eyes, but nothing else. She had light brown hair and blue eyes and light skin and she always smelled like burnt c1garettes and artichokes. She’s never been the talkative or energetic type, I remember her just always being tired. I spent a lot of nights outside. She locked me out of the house a lot. It wasent her fault, she just… forgot. Her mind was too busy with other things.. I remember she would smoke her c1garette and blow a puff of smoke and stare out the window all day. Sometimes she would cry. Sometimes she would just stare. I remember her staying so quiet all the time. I would try to talk to her and she would shoo me away . I spent a lot of time outdoors. There wasent a lot to DO outdoors tho, mind you… We had no kids in our neighborhood. And I was an only child. So I’d just lay in the grass And wait And wait And wait And eventually fall asleep in the grass And wake up the next morning all alone again I’d knock on the door to ask her to let me back in Whenever she did, she would be crying As long as I stayed happy and cheerful, she wouldent yell at me or cry harder. I don’t want to upset her I’ve found most people are that way They like me better when I’m happy one day I just left And I haven’t talked to ma since And she hasent tried to contact me at all.
