‘There’s something I need to tell you,’ she said.
I’ve never had a real honest conversation with my Mum, I’m too scared of how she would react, would she hate me? Forgive me? Be Repulsed? Would she even believe me? I just don’t know and I’m just letting it go, I used to think when she was dying, we could have the time to just put it all out there, but how could I upset her when she was that near to death. I’ll probably just let it go and along with it will go all of all the answers to the questions I have, maybe it’s fitting and a last small comfort.
Although when she’s gone, there will be no need to keep everything hidden, I can speak to other family members or sell the story to one of those magazines that pay for reader content.
