I miss you, son. I miss the baby boy I once held in my arms. The innocent, the uninfluenced child that you used to be.
I wish I knew what I did that hurt you. I wish I knew why I keep blaming myself only.
Was a bad mom in your eyes? Was too selfish in your eyes?
Why can’t you love me or try and understand what I went through, or even what I suffered through?
Why don’t you even care?