Oh mother, where do I even begin.
My mother's wishes include my utmost happiness, a loaded bank account, a handsome rich husband and most definitely, a bachelor degree. Not that I understand the persistency on the degree, but she also believes there’s a happy ever after with a man. My mother’s sole fault is that she has raised my standards to some awful heights and I, unfortunately for her, have come to realize that no man will ever make me feel the way she makes me do.
My sweet lady would go to lengths to meet my comfort, at 26 years old it’s embarrassing how she can make you feel spoiled. She never lets go of me. I hate my addiction to her presence and air but I can’t help it, I’m her daughter and her blood thankfully runs through me. I bet with great certainty that that woman doesn’t see me as an adult because every single time I speak of my ill job, she would chuckle at me as if I’m roleplaying my adulthood.
It is quite factious what they say about that a grandson is always more favored than the offspring himself, my sweet mother has spent nearly 48 months now trying to wed me off and you may have guessed why. My kid has his granny waiting already, and I do pledge to give her that kid as soon as my great adventure of match-making has concluded.
that lady is so selfless she actually thinks she is of no importance whatsoever, she doesn’t even realize that she’s the only band that’s holding our family from estrangement. Sadisticly funnier, she thinks I’ll hold my shit when she’s sick or gone. She doesn’t know I wish that I never get to live a life without her even if mine is cut short. She doesn’t know that I’m assured of my sanity going rogue the day she collapses. And so I pray and pray and pray for her, my lifeline and truest breath, I’ll endlessly love you, and I regret my every childish tantrum. No matter how much I say my love to you, it is truly far from being told wholly.
Love you to eternity mommy.
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