Mommy loves you.
Honey, don't you know.
Mommy wishes to hear the same from you.
Destiny sat on the side of her bed, empty once again. Her babies were growing up. Well her little baby boy already did. Years ago. She couldn't believe how fast he was started about the time he started walking. She missed when her son was her little mama's boy.
I tried to raise you to be a good little boy.
But I guess mommy wasn't as good enough as she thought she be.
She remembered when he was six years old, playing with his favorite race cars, hoping to be like his daddy. His daddy was always busy, and rarely came home. Atreyu, her son, always wanted to be like him. But what he didn't know that he was already like him. He called her a whore, slut, bitch. He does the same with his older sister. She tried and tried to make him stop. But she didn't believe a punishment called spanking. Atreyu accused Destiny that she was the reason his daddy rarely came home.
Mommy should of tried harder to raise you.
Mommy should of got you bapitized.
Mommy should of delayed a little house work to teach her little boy.
She should of protected you as much as she could.
Mommy should of taught you what's right and what's wrong.
Mommy should of did everything she could to make sure her baby was happy.
She should of risked her life to make sure, his son had everything he could live for.
She thought she was the best.
But really, she was really a bad mom.