Another one about my grandparents and my mom's death. The night after I first told James the story of my mom's death I was trying to sort out some feelings, feelings that me at 7 years old had and can now express and say.

These are the things I feel and the things I want, but I feel like I was talking to a brick wall and my parents don't care.


I feel...
small
unimportant
sad
forced (to pick my grandparents)
lonely
out of control
confused

I want...
someone to tell me the truth
to deal with my mom's death
a normal life
to be heard
to know about my mom
to be able to remember my mom
pictures of my mom
to remember what she smells like
to cry
to live with my aunt and uncle
an explanation (about my mom's death)
someone to talk to