Liz didn't think about her mother much. She didn't have much to think about. She hardly remembered anything of the woman, perhaps the faint smell of alcohol and drugs from an early time in her life. What had triggered her musing today was another of Maka's announcements that she was going to be just like her mama. She said it a lot after her father had been, well…being himself. What would she be like if she was just like her mother? Probably some drugged out hooker, still living on the streets. It made her feel a little ashamed sometimes, but she was too independent to let something like that bother her for very long. The only family she needed now was Patti and Kid.
She could remember times when she had had to take care of Patti all alone that she had been furious with the nameless, faceless woman that their mother had become. It wasn't fair that her and Patti (especially Patti, she thought,) had to live all alone in the cold and pain like this. But then Kid had come. And in her new life, old resentment had been forgotten, until she could muster nothing more than sadness and pity at what had probably become of her parent's life. Because that's what it was. It was sad that anyone had to live like her and Patti had been living, fighting for every second they lived, and not knowing how they would eat or where they would sleep the next day.
She didn't think anyone should have to live like that. And what made her feel worst of all was what if? What if their mother had met someone like Kid, who had fixed her life? And what if Kid had never come along? She would certainly be more like her mother, then. She would probably be dead and Patty along with her. She wondered if her mother would be proud of her. But, standing up from her place on the couch, she brushed the thought away. Her mother was as good as dead, and her daughters had other responsibilities now. It was as simple as that. No matter how bad anyone feels, it doesn't change what happened.
A/N: This was Liz's chapter. I probably won't write one for Patti for a while, because I have others I want to get to first, but I will write one for her. Next might be Black*Star or Kid.