Split

My mom was 16 when she had me,

Dad was about...28?

I think.

She called me her angel, ''My everything, ''My baby boy'', ''my little goth kid'', and my favorite being baby beluga.

Who knew why it was my favorite.

That word. Bah-loo-guh.

I don't know.

I lived in ignorance that she even touched a drug, Lying became her husband and stealing became her best friend.

We had plenty of money, she just used it all on drugs.

She still mothered me.

She just wasn't there when i truly needed it.

I love her, I wouldn't give a second to not be with her.

Author's Note

ignore grammar problems