she will be the first to admit she was a terrible mother. she was an alcoholic and struggled with borderline personality.

you practically raised your three little siblings because you were the oldest. you knew your mother’s patterns all too well.

after a year without seeing you, she got your phone number and asked to have a cup of coffee with you.

you walk into the cafe, seeing her thin, shaky body sitting at a table, she was fiddling with her one year sobriety chip.