Memories

I wrote this nine years ago.

Happy and sad moment. I went outside and talked to my adopted mom over our gate and made plans for tomorrow. I made me miss my mom or, more likely, the person I wish she had been. When they moved here she told me she wouldn’t live close to me because she really didn’t like me and she was only here because of my dad. I had so wished she had wanted to be close to me and do stuff with us.