GirlChat #722594
My mother is angry.
Angry at me, that I can't find a job to keep us all. Angry that I may have to call other family to help out. The animals need to be fed and taken care on on. And we barely can. (Not that the roaches care...) "FFS that guy candidate of yours isn't getting anywhere" He isn't. (And that's why I'm with him, this time). My other mother is ill. And frustrated at life. It isn't about me. It's that none of her children, up to myself, are able to help her in distressful times. Her oldest care only for themselves, her youngest are too young to be of help (or are they? Am I seriously thinking what I'm thinking?). And the middle ones care more for bhoys than her (or themselves). The rent is back. And she is ill. I hate to break this but one day, it's going to be your mother on the picture. Will you be there helping, or hindering, or unheard of? I'll still love you. But please, help. And I'm not complaining. Because we've been through a lot. We can be through this. I can. I call it Faith. 《 J'ai tout surmonté La tête baissé Si je descends sur la côte Ce sera la tête haute. 》 |