Your Forgotten

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11:59pm
Tuesday, 23rd of May 2017.

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To the woman who birthed me,

Apart from the housekeeper and the WiFi password, nothing has changed.

The house still smells like stale bread and alcohol to me and no matter how many air fresheners you use, it won't go away.

The walls still look old and ugly even though you keep repainting them.

The food still tastes and looks like shit no matter which chef or housekeeper you hire.

You can keep buying pointless paintings and decorations, the air in this empty house is still depressing.

And most of all, you're still the same.

Nothing really has changed.

You still leave for work before I get up from bed, you come back and head straight to your room without checking if I'm still awake or not.

Its no wonder that my room has always been a mess and you've never noticed or simply never cared.

I was on vacation when I first saw my period and you didn't know. Anne, the former house keeper, helped me out that day. She taught me all I needed to know and gave me hot tea for my painful cramps.

Its no wonder she could satisfy your own husband more than you ever can.

Firing her and hiring Granny's mates as house keepers won't change the fact that you suck.

You suck big time ma.

This morning you came to my room and at first I thought I was dreaming.

My hopes climbed up a bit and I shut my eyes tight waiting for you to wake me up, after strained seconds of waiting I heard the door close and you were gone.

You left a peice of paper with the WiFi password and a few instructions scribbled on it.

I crumpled the paper just like you do to my heart everyday and wiped that one tear before it dropped.

Before I could climb downstairs, you had already drove off and another tear threatened to fall.

Like I said, you suck.

But I still can't bring myself to hate you.

Your Forgotten,
Mola.