Your Forgotten

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11:59pm
Monday, 29th of May 2017.

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To the woman who birthed me,

I used to think we were happy.

Back when it was just the both of us in that tiny apartment without good furniture and that crazy old lady next door, I thought we were happy.

Those days when we'd spend our Saturdays on the bed, watching movies and mindlessly overeating, I thought we were happy.

Good old days when you'd let me wear my favourite pink dress every Saturday to visit granny. Those days when you'd take me with you to work cause you didn't trust any other person to take care of me, I thought we were happy.

I guess you weren't.

You weren't happy, because if you were, you wouldn't let him back into our lives.

You wouldn't take him back just because of the depth of his pockets.

I understood that you needed a man in your life and you wanted a father figure in mine but why him?

For the love of God, he left us ma!

Let me rephrase, he sent us out of his house. With me by your side and our bags sprawled on the ground, he threw us out of his life.

We were surviving on our own, things were surely going to get better without him but you were never one to look at the bright side.

Looking at the large castle, you decided to marry the beast. Life isn't a movie and marrying a prince doesn't automatically promise a happily ever after.

Look at us now, you're the one sitting at the head of the table so why are you still with him?

I always knew you were going to be successful and now you're standing on your own two feet so why are you still with him?

Changing the bed sheets won't change the fact that it's been defiled so why are you still with him?

Why do you choose to be with a man who makes you use concealer to hide bruises?

You sponsor his contagious drinking habits and womanizing. You keep on acting like everything is fine when even our housekeepers can smell our skeletons.

We didn't need him back then, why did you open the door for him that day and ruin our lives?

We don't need him now, why do you still open the door after he's done with his dirty deeds that you know about?

Today, as usual, his knocks were as loud and boisterous as his drunken state but you still opened the door for him.

Why do you keep doing this to yourself ma?

Your Forgotten,
Mola.