I still don't get the response.
Where does she think I came from?Where does she think I belong?Does she think there is room for all of us here?I haven't heard a single racial slur uttered in this city in a long time.
I'd like to think that it is because we've been through so much together.
I'd like to think it's because she loves me.
I'd like to think that it's because it doesn't make any sense that she'd want me to leave, because she'd hate to live without me.
But maybe it's just that she doesn't realize that my love is unconditional, or maybe she doesn't understand that love comes in all different packages, and it doesn't care about skin color.
I'm kind of ashamed of my mother right now.
I've always hated apologizing for her, because she doesn't want me to apologize for her.
The way I see it is, if I was comfortable in her presence, then she would be comfortable in my presence.
If she could be happy in my company, then she would.
So, what the hell is she apologizing for?Why does she think I hate her?It makes no sense.
She's never told me a single lie in my life.
There's nothing I could possibly be angry about with her.
This seems petty, and I should just forget about it.
It's too far in the past, and she didn't even do anything wrong.
What she did do was wrong, but not for what she did to me.
It's what she did to the other women in my life that really hurts.
She promised me that she'd love me forever, and she changed.