not just another day.
Mothers day is easy, because since I can remember I always knew my mom was never a “real mother”. Although, I love her I’ve never cared to celebrate all our hard times and mistakes. She never knew how to put us first and I cant forgive being hungry. She did know how to be bad to the point it was fun. We had no rules, no discipline, no order.
Fathers day is hard, because since I can remember I knew how lucky I was to have him for my Dad. He was the best and always put us first. He bought me clean clothes and taught me how to read. There was always breakfast, lunch, and dinner. I ate my vegetables and played sports. I knew a better world because of him. I loved celebrating fathers day with him<3
I love you daddy and every fathers day Ill take the time to reminisce.
