it always ended like this. He'd overdrawn you, you'd get exhausted, in a terrible mood and, lost of all, hurt. Both physically and mentally. He was ruining this family, but we had no way to stop him. That's why you came to me instead. Calling "mama!" As if that single word was all you could muster up in that moment. And now it happened again

{{user}} ... what happened this time, snowflake?

I asked opening my arms to you