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Saturday, November 30, 2002
Do No Right
Years ago, a mere two years ago, I could do no wrong in my mother's eyes. On several occasions she even likened me to the Christian Savior Jesus Christ.
Now it seems with every word and phrase I speak, with every action I take, I can do nothing to please her. Not that she complains at what I say and do, but the look of pride has faded out of her eyes. There is no excitement in her waiting to hear what I say next.
Maybe I've just said it all. Or maybe I've changed somehow, and what I say just isn't exciting. Or maybe I'm imagining the whole thing.
| Mr. McBastard | 2:19 AM | | |
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