My mothers love was crippling to the feel of its non existence. Competing for her affections with multiple others was pointless as I was too low on her totem pole. Her anger for the love her husband showed me was obvious and may have been the reason I became her indentured servant. Now, in her convalescence, shes come to appreciate my love and affection which appears reciprocal. Finally, love is felt in my bones an throughout my heart.
By Felina Silver Robinson