She Calls Me Mommy

I have a name, but it is not my name, but it has great pride and love. That name is Mom. You do nothing for the baby, just sleep, the children draw pictures only, and when they get older you will send them to the school and the teenagers will never go home. It is cake. Of course, now as a parent I understand that I have never really understood the meaning of the word "busy."

My mother said that I can not go to school because I am late but I am not fair because I do not do anything. If I told my mother that I was bored, if she hit me with the hand blown in the wind and I dared to destroy myself through play, that said I would be selfish and greedy It was. Mom told the people that my family is my teacher, but it is not so. You are my only teacher, Srie. When a woman came to the house to learn what I learned, when the mother had to open my door, the woman put a red nail over with a thin hand. When I answered the question of the woman, my mother smiled and nodded and showed correct answers to all the women's questions. Finally, the woman said goodbye, Mama went to the front door with her.

She later told me that I had swallowed sedative and she was prescribed to calm her nerve. When Grampa called, she was in a coma. She told him what she did, and he called me the father of an ambulance. Mama was hospitalized for several weeks at a mental hospital. So she got shock treatment. I am 4 years old. We were asleep, then we sneezed from the bed. He took me and ran down the stairs; she was behind him with one of my brothers and a sleeping friend and came out of the main entrance from the stairs. I do not remember what happened next. What I remember is seeing the bedroom in the bedroom of the neighbor, watching the monster, lifting both arms with both arms, holding the chair firmly with both hands. He chased her and was the mother of his child.

Mom! She shrugged her shoulders and stood up unstably. I walked quietly to the door and looked into the outside. The hallway is empty. There is no person there. She took a deep breath and went outside. Mama's bedroom door was closed. Her breathing stopped, and she chewed my tongue to prevent crying. She stretched forward with a trembling finger and rotated the knob. "Please, please." Her lips moved quietly. What he was not Jason shook from the dark corner and saw her with cold eyes. Other than that it does not look like Jason. The mother's skin sticks to the deformed body - her hair has brown hair hanging from her head. Something broke out in Maisy, she began to growl