I don't hate her!
But there's something missing?
I know she's the women who gave birth to me.
She said that she was going to have a bike ride with me.
She never did in the end.
My babysitter taught me to ride my first bike on my own.
Not my mum, she was never there.
All I remember when I was younger was crying and screaming and wacking my head to the hard wall.
I ask her for advice sometimes.
Then she just says I ask stupid questions.
Sometimes I think that it's better if she just leaves me alone.
So I'm safe from myself.
Why does my dad understand?
Why was he the one who raised his hand?
My family are not so close anymore.
I still think it's all my fault.
I'm happy woo hoo.