DYLAN'S POINT OF VIEW
I am longing for my mom. It has been years since her death, but I never got to visit the grave again. I remember how bad she wanted me to be lost in her sight or at least that is what the young version of me thinks. "Get out of here! I do not need a kid to be a form of nuisance. You are just a child!" My memories can recall perfectly what she said to me that day. In my eyes as a child, it is a form of a terrible act from my parent. "I hate you!" those were my last words for her but I did not even notice the despair and sacrifice that she needs to do. Her eyes were full of tears and desperation to save me.
