If everyday I felt that way I would die. I couldn't stand it, the feeling of eagerly waiting for a praise; a sign saying everything will be okay, just to just fall flat on your face.
It's funny though, that's how I felt everyday. Waking up with faith and joy in the air and ending it with a broken heart.
I strived to get her attention, just a second-look. I wanted to at least know I am worth something.
Sadly enough to say, the day I finally got my wish. It was the day I lied still; the day I died.
As a log flew off of me, revealing my head I had a coughing fit.
"Nuka..." Mother's face seemed different, almost sad. As if she really loved me.
After I finished my coughing I gulped, "I'm sorry mother...I tried."
"Shh..." She gently cupped my chin in her paw.
Then everything went black.
I still remember her piercing glare, it wasn't...Normal. It showed sympathy and love, as if she loved me all along.
If only she showed that love sooner, I could of still been alive.
She was just one breath too late...
Author's Note: Well, I'm sorry it was really short. I hope you guys like it... :D