It's amazing that my mother was found last winter. I went to every hospital with my mother every day to see doctors for the first time, and I felt so embarrassed to go home and do my chores. It was a good time for the cleaning to drag back and forth and then sit on the floor and cry before it walked, but it was quiet.
Every time I open the door, there's stupid dogs waiting for me to come home every day, and it's a long time before I go to bed with me. Then she went to the bathroom with me once and played my boyfriend in the mountains with my dog and only my dog looked back and stopped waiting for me.
Turn around me and bend my hand and walk away. Come and put a row of good things in front of me... and don't cry, okay? I always think that I love her less than she loves one tenth of my pregnant dog, and no one in her family is allowed to touch my baby at home for a few days, and I think I've been staring at the camera so often because I've been talking to him through surveillance.