I never had the chance to tell you one last time that I loved you. I never did and I now regret it.
When I was eleven years old, my mom and dad broke up. Then, short after that, they decided to divorce.
I acted like it was no big deal, that everything was okay. Only, deep down, I broke.
Everything was suddenly messed up all because of a single man who invaded my mom's life.
Bad things had happened to her but she always remained strong for me, her only daughter. When she got an alcohol addiction because of him, I didn't know what to do anymore because she had a bad attitude, like, all the time. She always insulted me and she hit me once, because she was drunk.
Then I chose to move to my dad whom was suprised that I didn't want to go to my mom anymore. First, he didn't know why.
After a long 4 years of suffering my mom began to get better. She solved her drinking problem, she had work, she had a boyfriend, with other words: everything fell into place.
Friday night, when I was out, the police of the town my mom lived in called me all of a sudden. They asked me to give the number of my dad, wondering why they would call at 8P.M. When I was back inside my brother came and told me a few inspectors were outside waiting for me and my dad.
When I went outside the told me they had bad news.
My mom died because one of her ex boyfriends murdered her.
I broke, again. I was devastated.
The day before I was thinking to visit her soon because I actually missed her and I saw that she became better.
But it's too late now, I'll never forgive myself for the fact that I didn't went to her earlier. I lost her. Now I can't see her anymore and tell her I love her.
Now I see how much my mom ment to me, even though it was four years ago the last time I saw her.
Now I'm sitting here, asking myself why he did that. My mom wasn't such a bad person at all, she didn't deserve this.
I miss you mommy, where are you?
Margot