92. Mother
9:09 p.m. & Wednesday, Jul. 19, 2006


Nothing�s good enough anymore.
She looks me up and down, stopping abruptly on my clothes, face and hair.
I did my make-up this morning, and straightened my hair. I was wearing a floor-length white skirt and a grey jumper she�d bought me.

After criticizing, Mother looked me in the eyes, giving me that disappointed glare. Then glances away, as though she were embarrassed.
Once I wish she�s tell me I look beautiful.


I want to remember What takes a lifetime to forget