The Morningstar.

hiding my pain the best i could, it's the holiday season but i never received any gifts or gifted any. When i was young we were asked to draw a pic for our parents , i did the best drawing any

hang it on the fridge. I itch my chest for the millions time, it

in , keeping my head down, everyone is so happy and in festive mood. All i w

all , i look at her for a sec

look like someone i

just called me my mother name , she

rd her. "Did you know someone named

st friends why you asking" she s

hisper and she ga

and pull me close for a hug, a real hug the one a mother would give to her son. I hug her

and start kissing my cheeks and foreh

k and i shake my head no "good y

out her name is Delilah, she's 34 years old, she was in the same

ou didn't even tell

holas ma'

ave this look on her face lik

h..."

iday, of course she named you

u tell me about

hat would you like

i know nothing about h

ur grandpa talked to

have a photo of her" i say an

ranger more then i was hugged in my whole life. I tell her about my sto

u" she says while crying " after Katherine got pregnant and got kicked out my pa

years I'm holding a picture of my mother, i always imagined her , but i never

food, she made sure i ate after dinner she gave m

l you something" she

t delila

baby I'm sick i get leukemia. I'm dying...i came here to say good bye. But even if had one more day in my life i

er friend my aunt that i never knew. I hug my

t i wasn't even fully decorated but it meant the world to me. We made cookies together an

s used to belong to your mother. I didn't wash it, i thoug

on it, it must be oversized on her since it's a bit baggy even on