People used to call me a mama's boy. They don't anymore, though. Its funny how people suddenly start to like you once you have something they want. Ever hear the quote, "People only care if you're rich, beautiful, or dying."? I wasn't rich, I wasn't beautiful, and I definitely wasn't dying. I was a nobody; just a momma's boy.
I guess I kinda was because my mom was the world to me. I loved her so much. It wasn't hard, since it was just me and her my whole life. No dad. I didn't know him at all: no monthly checks for child support, no pictures, no wedding ring, and I didn't even have his last name. Mom didn't like talking about him very much, and her parents were gone, so I couldn't ask them either.
It was always just the two of us. She had to work all the time just to put food on the table, but she was still an amazing mother, and tried to make time for me whenever she could. When I was six, she taught me how to ride a bike. She slowly steadied me, pulled me along, pushed, and eventually ran behind me as I pedaled away. I wanted to give up tons of times, but when I saw her disappointed face, I kept going.
My mom can do that to you. Like that one time we were late on paying the rent, and the landlord came knocking on our door. He started yelling at her, but when he saw her sad face, he suddenly looked guilty and gave us an extra week. Mom paid a few days later, and then we moved into a nice little house being rented by a nice old lady. That was a lot cheaper, plus the nice old lady sometimes brought us cookies.
She was the best mother anyone could ever ask for, and I was proud to be able to call her that. Also, I knew that she reciprocated everything I felt for her. That was enough to keep us both happy for a long time. But things always end.