Two days

Two days and she’ll get brain surgery. And she chose to spend her last night at her partner’s tomorrow. Shouldn’t moms want to spend such important times with their children? I remember when she was about to pass, this past January. I was dying of pain, at home, alone. When the doctors told her she could come back home, she called her boyfriend, didn’t say anything to us. I read the messages on her phone. I read that she found me annoying. I know she loves me. She’s my hero. But sometimes I just wish people loved me as much as I love them.