Mom

Mom is pissed off all the time and I can't stand her anymore. I arrived last saturday to home and she was saying me I'm lazy and it seems I can't exist without my friends. She said: 'You spent the whole week with your friends, went out with them last night and now, here you are talking with them in the Internet'. And she also said I go out everyday and that's why I'm tired all the time. But that's not true... just LAST week I went out: tuesday I spent the day with my friends in that interview with that journalist and later we looked for a bar. Wednesday I ate with Nat and we drank some beers and later I met Fran and we drank too... and friday night we went out! That's all! This week will be just normal as the other are and I won't spend money or time 'cause I've got a lot of work to do.

Today's morning, mom was trying to get me back and she was so nice, she said: 'Don't go... What time are you going? Now? Don't you want to go with me to buy you new shoes or tennis? Because yours are so old and damaged. Or you want a shirt? Maybe a skirt? what you think about a t-shirt? I'm going to miss you... I love you dear. I can't stand you brothers... I'm gonna miss you the entire week... When are you coming back? Saturday? Oh, Friday is great for me... so we could buy your shoes on friday... oh, today I'll take your lil' brother to buy him a suit because of the prom... I don't know why he's not at home when I need him. Bye, dear, have a nice week... I'll call you later... or you call me!' That's mom... well... I was thinkin' about her the whole day and when I arrived at home here at Santiago I called her... I'm worried... and when I'm worried about here I always think she's gonna die someday and maybe I won't know what to do... my father is so weak sometimes... I always think if mom dies, he will do it too, as my great-mother did when my great-grandfather died.

I don't want mom buy me things to get me back... Maybe I must tell her I love her without things, just because she's my mom and she's so loving and lovely too, she's so tender. She embraces me when I'm sad or frustrated, she looks after me when I'm sick or busy, she tells me when she doesn't know about something but I don't laugh. She also let me make a picture of her when she was wearing that fancy queen dress .She always thinks I'm like a genious but I'm not and if I were, maybe I wouldn't hurt her when I do. I don't wanna hurt her anymore... But I can't help laughing when we argue because of stupid things... She always shouts a lot and I laugh... but I don't laugh because of her, I do because of the situation. When I see her againg this weekend, I'll kiss her for a long time and maybe I'll tell her I wanna start that book of her tales we planned a long time ago.

I love my mom. And maybe she doesn't notice