I hate it. I hate that the family in the province only calls my Mom when they need something from her. I know that they have nowhere to go to but would it really kill them to call once in a while to just check on my Mom; to ask how she is, if she is still alive and breathing?
I hate seeing my Mom all tied up worrying about where to get the money to send to her parents. I understand that they are her parents and she needs to help them because no one else will. I know that, I get it. It's the sense of family AND responsibility. Still ... she is MY mom and I worry about her. She has heart problems and I don't want anything to happen to her. I have dreams of my own for her; the least of which is that I hope she will still see me walk down the aisle one day in this simple but gorgeous wedding gown. Its shallow but I do want that.
Sometimes, I wish things were different for her. I wish that I could find a way higher paying job that will let me help her, fix my problems, and save for the future.
I wish it would come true.