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Sad is the day when the child becomes the parent, and the parent a child. The constant lookout for contraban, the childish deception, and even the out-right lies that all parents know aren't true.
Angry is the day when the lies are revealed. The truth is behold that the parents had all along, but only now can prosecution begin. The anger sets in and the humiliation feels minutes away at every moment.
Horror is the day when the power is devided and the child grows up. No force strong enough to hold down the aboinable bottle as it is tipped time and time again - no one to converse.
Difficult is the day when the parent must decide to either take ation, or abandon all hope for redemption - disowning the once was, once had, once owned by.
Today is the day the problem is resolved. Today is the day I loose my mother.
Angry is the day when the lies are revealed. The truth is behold that the parents had all along, but only now can prosecution begin. The anger sets in and the humiliation feels minutes away at every moment.
Horror is the day when the power is devided and the child grows up. No force strong enough to hold down the aboinable bottle as it is tipped time and time again - no one to converse.
Difficult is the day when the parent must decide to either take ation, or abandon all hope for redemption - disowning the once was, once had, once owned by.
Today is the day the problem is resolved. Today is the day I loose my mother.