I guess I'm in a writing mood right now...maybe not for the same fandoms, but writing still the same XD Part 1 of 4.
Calling Mark might not have been the best idea. But I still have to try, don't I? It's a mother's prerogative to talk to her son whenever she wants.
That Was a Very Loud Beep
I Don't Even Know If This Is Working
Mark - Mark - Are You There
Are You Screening Your Calls -
its Mom
I know I worry about him to much. But, there is so much bad stuff out there! Why, just the other day, I read about some young girl who overdosed on drugs in the subway. How horrible, and really, I just had to call to see how he was doing. Of course, when I leave a message, I won't tell him about that. And when he eventually calls back, he won't tell me about any shootings going on outside his building, or any drugs going around. That's just how we make it work.
We Wanted To Call And Say We Love You
And We'll Miss You Tomorrow
Cindy And The Kids Are Here - Send
Their Love
I wonder when he'll start growing up. No really growing up mind you (he's been doing that for years), but actually start taking more responsibility. I've always instilled in my children that you should follow your dreams, but this…being a filmmaker? Couldn't you do that as a hobby? He should go into business; my Markie always had such a great mind for business!
Oh, I Hope you like the Hot Plate
Just Don't Leave It on Dear
When You Leave the House
I do hope he's eating right though. I try and stuff him with as much food whenever he comes to visit, but he always stays so thin. Recently, he hasn't come to visit at all. This makes me wonder if it's because he doesn't wan to show the family how bad he's doing…or if he doesn't have the money to come here. I hope there is some for food, and heat. He used to get sick often when he was a boy.
Oh And Mark
We're Sorry To Hear That Maureen
Dumped You
I Say C'est La Vie
So Let Her Be A Lesbian
There Are Other Fishies In The Sea
Poor dear. He never did have any luck with love. Why, I remember in the 6th grade, he had a complete infatuation with this one girl, what was her name…Helen. Yes, that was it. He thought he was in love with her and on Valentine's Day he gave her a rose. One freshly plucked from my garden I might add. Well, she turned him down right away, and he came running home to me crying about it. I had comforted him then, but who was there to comfort him now?
I sincerely hope Mark calls, I'd like to hear his voice again, it's been to long. But of course, I won't tell him that whenever I call.
. . . Love Mom
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