The way my mom talk about this house is very painful.
She talk like this isn't her own home, you're the mother you're supposed to make this feel like home.
She talk like this is hell. She talk like she rather be anywhere than here.
She talk like this is prison. She talks like this house disgust her so much.
She talk like this is her personal hell and we are the demons, maybe we really are.
She talk like this house was a reminder of something painful.
She talks like whenever she see this house it reminds her of what she could be if we weren't born, if she was smart enough to decide.
Don't worry, mom, I feel the same.
