God
Most of the time I
have this feeling you're sitting up there and pulling gags on me
and having big laughs at my expense. Why? What did I do to you?
Why don't you just let me exist? Everybody else seems to be
having a good time but me. Yesterday she called and said her
mother doesn't care. She has been all alone, on her own, fighting
for survival, divorced, bruised, battered and bitter… and
her mother doesn't care. Her mother wants her out of the house
and into the streets and here we are. Tom and I. Moaning for a
kid. We never got one. No matter how we prayed, no matter what.
The kid would have had a good life. We would have cared. You have
a mother like her who throws her daughter out of her house and
you have a non-mother like me. I simply don't understand your
logic.
Leena_5@excite.com