Missing

I miss her despite what she's done. I miss when she used to take us to Burger King, and we'd eat and laugh. I miss when she'd buy us a treat at the store, late on a Friday night, just because. I miss when she would kiss us good night, and call us baby doll. I miss going shopping with her, when she'd always spoil us. I miss when she'd watch movies with us, and make fun of the plot. I miss her jokes, I miss her smell, I miss the jewelry she used to make. Or the way she made our beds.

I miss my mom. But she is sick. I can't talk to her, and might not be able to ever again. But I miss her.