I wished there was a way to inform them that I was alive and whole I like what they thought or was made to think.
I wished I could tell mom how sorry I am for not listening and the end it led to the death of my own child.
I hadn't even been opportunitied to speak to her about the pregnancy though I had it in my mind but I just forgot entirely.
I didn't even have the time to, I watched Timothy's sleeping figure and smiled.
My mom would love him even more than I would, he might change his mind about who he was stuck with and his favorite of us all.
Though I knew I was already his favourite, it was also possible for him to love my mom more, she was a better more experience and sweet version of myself or I was a mini carbon copy version of her.
As much as I was after revengw and Timothy
