When I woke up this morning, mom was already in my room. Seriously how early did they let visitors in? Hadn’t she had enough of watching me sleep already. She should be taking better care of herself. She looked absolutely haggard the poor thing. It was an unflattering word, I know, but she did. She looked bloody haggard. I could barely recognise the strong women who raised me anymore. She was barely more than a shadow of her former self. I’m so ashamed that I did this to her. Whatever reason I left that day wasn’t worth all this. Her head was slightly slumped over, and her arms dangled loosely by her sides snd her mouth hung open ever so slightly. It was obvious that she had fallen asleep waiting for me. Eventually, I grew tired of waiting for her. How did they all do this all day, every d
