I make you mad, really mad at times. I don't always do right by you. I ignore you sometimes. I burden you with my unending requests, unnecessary questions. I keep you up at night, sometimes all night. I don't even know how it started. My guess though...
My guess is, as good as my gut right now. And it's firm on that warm day in February. Something didn't quite happen, as it should. How grateful I am, coz you could've brought it back. But you didn't. You chose me.
A couple of months passed, you hoped otherwise. But I came out - round and pink. And, not a boy! The bond was created way before alla that though.
My mother... I love that lady but I swear sometimes she's on Charlie Sheen vibes, always WINNING on Colombia's finest! The only woman I know who laughs at her last-born after getting mugged at gunpoint. But I digs that laugh... There's reassurance in it. That everything is still okay. "He didn't shoot you, right?" That kinda laugh. If her laugh could be translated to speech it would say, "It could've been worse."
I'm not lucky to have her, bitch I'm blessed! Oh fudge it, Does it matter? She's mine and she's the best she can be. I don't know if that's the best in the world, but it's enough.
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