August 25, 2011:
Once again, I know she isn’t going to take the time to call
me today. It’s her birthday… doesn’t she want to talk to her daughter, or is
the alcohol more important? Does she even remember me now? The reason I ask is
because I haven’t heard from her in months. Despite her promise “I’ll call you
more often.” Doesn’t she want me to wish her a happy birthday, and I love you?
Why has she vanished? I guess the drugs finally got to her mind, or she’s in
jail. Like she has been on this day for 5 years in a row; it’s sad, I know, but
how am I to know? If she is in jail, what’s it for this time? Beating her
boyfriend Billy up again? They used to get in fights quite often. Possession of
marijuana; I know she always has a blunt on her. It could be a myriad of
things, but I cannot fathom how she could get up and forget me. I’m her
daughter! Her flesh and blood! Isn’t she supposed to care about me? But knowing
myself, today after school I’ll be waiting by the phone, waiting with false
hope, for a call I know won’t happen. I can’t help but to let myself want it.
And maybe I mentioned it indirectly above, and you should know who I’m talking
about, but if you do not. The person that I’m wishing a happy birthday is my
mother. And I just wanted to say that despite what you’ve put me through, and
what I’ve put you through. Happy birthday and I love you.
I love you mom,
Renee Marie Patrowicz