I used to always make sure to keep a few dollar bills on me because my mom loved to play the claw machine. Every time I walk by one I can almost hear her asking me for a dollar to play 😢
I don’t understand how we went from she won’t make it through the night, to we will get to take her home and to the beach, to getting called at 4 am saying she will be dead in a few hours. God, if you’re listening, let my mom continue to fight and spare her life.
As a child, they never tell you that one day you’ll have to say goodbye to one of your parents. I never thought I’d have to tell my mother goodbye until now.
I honestly don’t care if I’m the villain in people’s story anymore. Bc people will make you out to be the bad person &point fingers at you and COMPLETELY fail to mention how they’ve antagonized you &what actually caused you to reach that point. So if I’m Cruella, then Oh well