The next morning, I woke up before my mom.
First thing I remembered, was our conversation from last night. She had evaded my question. Again.
Last night, she had let her guard down and I guess that was another thing that had me shocked. The fact that she had been bottling her feelings up all this while and that I was too much of a bad daughter to see all what she was going through.
I loved both my parents, but I had always been closer to my mom. I mean, my dad and I weren't that close, but I loved him and he loved me too. Mom understood me more so it became easier for me to talk about everything with her, but maybe she didn't feel the same way about me. Or did she think that I was too young to understand her?
