Nique Tapree

Dear Mom

Dear Mom, I’ve always wanted to tell you how I truely felt as a kid. I’ve always felt alone, abandoned, and just left without a clear understanding. I know you were young. I know that in life we make choices we regret, but was I a regret? I may never know the true answers but I always wonder. As a kid, I use to lay in bed starring at the stars wishing you were next to me, holding me close, giving me warm, loving kisses. Sometimes I would dream how life would be with you. Have you dreamed about me? I seen girls my age with their mothers and always wondered how it feels. Being raised by some else was a blessing and a curse. I was blessed with someone strong willed, loving, caring, and over all outstanding. I was cursed of not knowing what life would be like with my real mother. Was it my fault?