A week and a half till he leaves
Well, its a week and a half before he leaves for Poland and my heart is breaking every day every minute. I know its the best thing for him, because I fear for his safety every day. I know in my head its the best thing, but my heart is telling me something different and the pain that I feel is horrible. I still see him as a little boy, but he is a man and has to go on an get himself an education so that he will succeed in life. But as I sit here the mother instinct somehow is taking over me. What if he gets sick?? What if he has no friends there???What if he doesn't understand the language??? What if.....what if....
He can't just call me to talk to me so what then???? I can't go visit him, I can't help him... I'm at a total loss...I am lost.
Why couldn't he just do what he was supposed to do so that he would go to a college where I could get there if I had to...
WHY????? They say everything happends for a reason, so maybe this will be for the best... I can only hope......
He can't just call me to talk to me so what then???? I can't go visit him, I can't help him... I'm at a total loss...I am lost.
Why couldn't he just do what he was supposed to do so that he would go to a college where I could get there if I had to...
WHY????? They say everything happends for a reason, so maybe this will be for the best... I can only hope......