I miss her some nights, I still think of her, more than I thought I would. I hate her, but there will always be a part of me that loves her. A part of me that will remember, the little things. The few times she wasn't completely out of her mind. She cared so much, I know that. She tried her best I know that too. The woman who brought me into this life may have ruined me, all of me, but I will remember the little things.
Anya
good, hate, love, miss, mother, remember