dear mom,

i’m writing you this because i miss what could’ve been. 

i want a mom who is my best friend – i always hear people talk about that. 

this isn’t how it has to be, but i can’t gift my time without your support. 

dear mom, 

i’m jealous of my siblings. 

i’m not sure how to tell you, they have a few things i never will. 

maybe one day your heart will change, and i’ll have an open ear. 

who do i turn to, if i can’t ask you advice or ask about my fears? 

dear mom,

i used to let you hurt me

but i’ve learned to be okay on my own.