August 25, 2002
I Love My Mommy

Though I didn't for a while. When she said she wasn't going to bring me to the dentist last night for an emergency, I hung up on her. Why not? Why wouldn't she bring me? He said it was fine to call him that late, especially if it was an emergency like that.

When my parents came home, I ran to my room and pressed my pillow into my face as hard as I could. I wanted the pain to go away, and I didn't want them to see me like this. It didn't last though. My mom came in and tried to make me take medicine. I fought with her for a long time, until I finally took the thumbnail-sized pills. She made me take more medicine, including Benadryl, which was supposed to make me tired.

I broke down completely, scratching at my face and ripping at my hair again. It was embarrassing that she had to see my like that, but she didn't seem bothered. We sat in my bed for a long time, just talking about anything. Like the weird animal that circles our house. Or how we're both afraid to look out windows at night in case there's a face there. Or how my mom thought that your first year at highschool was your sophomore year.

I had never gotten so much attention from my mom before. It made me cry when she said she was bragging to everyone about me at a party that day, saying that I was the perfect baby. I knew that was far from the truth, but I knew that she did say it. She hadn't said these kinds of things to me for years. I wonder if I had prolonged how fast the Benadryl worked to hear more of what she had to say? Because it didn't kick in for about an hour. I slept until about 9, and found her standing over me with a cat. I woke up again at 11 and she was watching me from my door. I never knew she would give me that much attention in my life. It feels good to know that she does care.

Unlike Dad. His only line was "So your tooth's hurting, huh." But I love my mommy. I love him too, but not right now. Not when he doesn't make a better attempt to comfort me when I'm bawling my eyes out.

- Molly{11:35 am}

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