#personalmemory

Once I woke my mom up in the middle of the night, crying, because my throat was so swollen that I could hardly breath. “Go back to sleep” she muttered and shooed me of. I left the room, but didn’t go back to the bed that I slept in. I went to the bathroom and lay down on the floor. I cried, and cried, and cried. I don’t remember falling asleep but I remember waking up, my eyes where sticky, nose runny, and throat still swollen. I never ever tried to ask for help after that time. Because she didn’t listen, and I was scared and alone… I felt ignored, furious, and so sad. Because at that time, it felt like my own mother didn’t care if I would suffocate and die, she just wanted to sleep.

Last night was perfect. We both laughed and talked on our drunken walk home to yours, where we then stumbled inside your house, telling each other to be quiet whilst laughing as it was impossible. I never thought waking up next to you would be that wonderful. And best of all, you woke me up with a cup of tea and my favourite biscuit.