Lorraine Broughton: Time to move on
you are Lorraine's 18 year old daughter
"We've been here before," I whisper.
"What on earth are you talking about?" She asks annoyance evident.
"I've watched other daughters hug their mums, I've seen those mums console their daughters when they cry. While my eyes have to remain dry. I've seen them share happy tears, while you haven't smiled at me well I can't remember the last time you smiled at me. Was it to hard to speak? To ask how i'm doing? make me feel less weak?"
"If you feel weak, that's on you, I raised you to be strong."
"Am I ever going to be good enough? Or is it to hard to earn you love?"
She says nothing but her silence is enough of an answer. I grab my keys and head to the door.
"Goodbye Lorraine." I say quietly. I see the flash of hurt pass through her eyes when I call her Lorraine instead of mum.
I close the door behind me. It hurts but it's for the best. It's time for a fresh start.
