Breakfast

A long, long time ago,
I can still remember
How that music used to make me smile
And I knew if I had my chance,
That I could make those people dance
And maybe they'd be happy for a while

American Pie, Don McLean.

Today, I awakaned thinking about how much I miss my mother. When I lived with her, I usually ate a nutritional and delicious breakfast (YUMMY!). Well, she didn't made it, but I did. There was always food on the bridge, if you know what I mean. Pizza was a luxury, not the main breakfast for the "trying to be independent" guy.

That made me snap. I realized that I miss her badly. I thought that I should be with her. Go home, I thought, you should go that place called home.

She said that there are lot of jobs for people who can speak and write english. I can do that, I guess. Those jobs are "well" paid. I considered it (and I still am). But that would mean leaving school and/or starting over again. A couple of years wasted.

But it would be a fresh start.

*sigh*, I do not know what I am saying. I just miss my mother.

We are all alone now. If something happens to us, we would not know. If she gets sick again, she wouldn't tell me because she doesn't have a phone, neither internet. If I get sick, or something, she wouldn't know either. We're all alone now, mother.