I was never prepped to be “the kid whose mom died.” It was a title I never asked for, yet at the age of of 16 it was exactly who I became. A lot changes when you become “the kid whose mom died.” For starters, you don’t have a mom. That fucking sucks. You get to spend every holiday, birthday, life event etc for the rest of your life without a mom. You get to see your dad cry for the first time in your life too, that fucking sucks. You get to watch your sister struggle to get out of bed because her and mom were super close and she too is “the kid whose mom died.”
The kid whose mom died
The kid whose mom died
The kid whose mom died
I was never prepped to be “the kid whose mom died.” It was a title I never asked for, yet at the age of of 16 it was exactly who I became. A lot changes when you become “the kid whose mom died.” For starters, you don’t have a mom. That fucking sucks. You get to spend every holiday, birthday, life event etc for the rest of your life without a mom. You get to see your dad cry for the first time in your life too, that fucking sucks. You get to watch your sister struggle to get out of bed because her and mom were super close and she too is “the kid whose mom died.”