Oh whoopey.Mother's day.
I never gave two shits about the "Holiday".
Because hell, why should I?
Oh yeah, appreciate my mother.
Why should why when she's not even here?
I won't bother stressing out, trying to find the perfect time to call her and tell her Happy Mother's day.
We run on completely different schedules, even if I thought it would be the right moment to call, she'll be a b***h about it.
Up until 10 years ago, she was never around for the damn holiday.
Oh, actually, she still isn't. We never bothered celebrating mother's day with her because why make her breakfast when she'll wake up and stress out that she has other things to do and doesn't have time to eat?
At that young age, I even wasted my time making her a card. What did she do? Throw it away. Oh, yes. She did keep it for a few days, but I saw it in the trash when she was going through her things.
I rather not waste my time, putting my effort in making things for someone who won't appreciate it.
She already puts me through hell when it's her Birthday. God damn that woman.
Not to mention she almost killed me with her carelessness. I either have near death experiences, or really painful accidents in her care.
"It's not a dream, Natsumi is real."
