just a thought

Writing about my past, and every time I write I think about my mom. Some things bothered her so much, and none of it bothers me. She had a boy friend, my father left,no love, but she was still angry at my father, angry at us for not doing only what she wanted us to do.  I used wait on the bench when my mom was with her boyfriend, or just walked in the stores for hours, so no one would ask me anything. I didn't ask questions, moved on with my life, was enjoying it, and the most important,  I didn't have anger in my heart and I don't. I think that's what the most important; have no anger in your heart.