dear mom,i know my dad,my protector has passed away,then you moved away and for a while i could breathe again but just like impending clouds of doom you return, to not only live in my town but to hav me take care of you when you die.you can never be the momi wanted and you can never fix what you did to mefor those years of my lifeand now having to see you again like i did back then don't you realize that you can buy me a new truck and a farm and endless money will never take away the shame and horror you inflicted on me i always wanted you to die so i could live and be free but now inmy home ,your bed ridden and even your touch repels me and sends me into fits dear god help me

candice

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