EphemeralThere's something ephemeral about her, as if she could disappear at any moment. You sit with her sometimes, not even trying to make conversation, to make her notice the fact that you are right there, next to her. Those times are the easiest, because she's quiet too and you can pretend that she's all there, that nothing is wrong with this situation.Ephemeral by JulietteFox
Other times she will throw fits, screaming and crying for a man who left her, who left both of you, years ago and took her mind with him at the same time and you want to grab her and shake her, to scream in her face that she needs to start living in the real world. You don't though, because you know that it isn't her fault, and the man who left would have stayed if he could have, but death gives no man a choice.
So you sit by your pretty mother, the mother who still looks as if she belongs in a picture, who hasn't aged much at all since she was barely out of girlhood. Sometimes you envy her for her beauty, because she still looks like the wo
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