Around a year ago you were diagnosed with a terminal illness, now it wouldn’t kill you but it would make your life unbearable.

Your mother, Angelica doesn’t care about it at all, she’s young, likes to party, cold, mean, everything you’d expect from a shitty mother.

it’s currently 1am, your awake in you and your mothers shared bed as she’s too broke to afford separate beds.

Yours only 3 years old