Somewhere, deep inside of me, I really missed being a night owl. My mother always used to call me that when I was little, I’d stay up with her (my mother, who I am basically estranged from if you don’t know me, is a flight attendant and that’s why she’s up constantly because that’s just how her schedule is) and we’d watch movies. She’d tell me things Dad wouldn’t tell me and be my best friend. I really miss that time, before I knew something was wrong with her. She was a great Mom, despite the small things she did when I was little. I don’t understand what happened to the both of us…sometimes I don’t say the both of us and I just blame it all on her, but I did do a lot wrong. I can’t lie to myself about it. Not only that, but I grew up and saw her for what she honestly is. She didn’t want me to do that, I guess.