My oldest of 17 could have a premature taste of freedom and do what
she wants.
My middle child would go to a foster home and perhaps be happy to
acquire cool clothes once and for all, because that's what is really
im****tant.
My youngest would go to her Dad, who she adores. She would be too
young to grieve or miss me, even though I love her more than life
itself.
My mom would come to the funeral and say "I did the best I could"- Um,
what the **** ever.
My adopted Dad would say "I've tried to contact her- You know I wanted
to go stay with her after getting in trouble with the law, but she
wouldn't return my phone calls". Yeah- duh.
My brother would say "She was just white trash, anyway".
My husband would say "I did the best I could". What the **** ever.
My sister would be the only true griever, because she knows me.
Any one else would show up and say "What a shame". Although, none of
these people could really give a **** about me.
I think about these things often because I think if I weren't here,
things would be better for everyone.
I'm going to bed because tomorrow will be a better day. I just know
it. Good Night.
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