It's hard not to miss your family when you've been apart from them for so long. When I think of my mother I can't help but worry, after all I don't know if anything I did worked and so I wonder if she died when I was a teenager like I remembered. And if I did change it I think about how things might be different for all of us. It was sometimes painful seeing her again knowing I might just lose her, but I didn't have any choice. I had to fix whatever it was that had went wrong. And then of course being reminded that I had a chance to get to know her. I couldn't help but think it was better for me not to, because I would just have to let her go again, but finally I realized it was worth it. And now, well now there's a lot of not knowing yet again. I would like to see her again, but would I want her trapped here? There wouldn't be any demons, but she wouldn't have my aunts, or my dad. Sometimes I get a little selfish and wish she were here, but then I change my mind and simply hope she's happy and that things are better than what they were when I left. Tags: drabbles
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