Mom, where are you? Are you OK? I am worried sick about you. I haven’t had a visit in two weeks and I haven’t heard from you in a week. I am sending our boy over there to make sure you are OK. He said he would stop by on his lunch.
I know it has to be something simple like you lost your phone or something. Otherwise I would feel it. We are connected. We always have been. We breath the same air and our hearts beat in unison. Being away from you is so hard – but I am doing my best. Especially around the holidays.
It’s hard being around all these different girls. So mean and snide to the ones who are different. – who are they to act better than the next, when they are in the same place.
But I keep the frustration to myself. Mommy please be OK. I need you.
Chicken Big
