do you think about me?

Mom?

I thought about you today.

After our short falling-out post my divorce, I never imagined we would stop speaking again. Or rather, I worked hard to maintain a relationship, which relied solely on my labor, and you obliged. And so, I assumed, we were solid.

We were solid, because I felt solid.

I wrote about you, about us; I praised you like a deity. I admire…