As a woman, I have a lot of empathy for her, but as a daughter, I also have a lot of anger.
Growing up without feeling your mother’s love is tough. I often wonder about the reasons for her leaving and what it feels like to have a mother.
I used to envy those kids who grew up feeling their mother’s love. Though I try to convince myself that it’s fine, deep down, it hurts a lot.
It’s difficult knowing where she is and her name, but not having the courage to talk to her.
Maybe it’s because I have so much anger that I don’t want to see her?
I find myself stalking her, and seeing her happy with her other family hurts. Seeing their smiles in pictures makes me cry so much that I ask myself, what did I do in my past life to suffer like this?
I also saw a picture with her daughter. They look happy. I can see the happiness and love in their eyes, but I also want to say that I’m also her daughter.
I’m also her daughter who wants to feel her mother’s love, to hug her mother, to have a bond with her, and to feel the happiness with her mother.
But it cannot happen because she does not care about me or know about me. She does not make any effort to talk to me, to have a bond with me, or to make me feel her love for me.
I am her daughter too but why is it so unfair?
