I know it is hard to make amends with someone who you have fought with for so long. But, when that person leaves, you wish you made amends a long time ago.
I used to fight with my mom all the time. We would yell things at eachother, and I would sometimes throw things, which I am not proud of. That day when I recived a call about my mom in the hospital, I didn't care. I wouldn't go. She could make it on her own. If she wanted to survive, she could do it herself. Little did I know, she was suffering from depression. Seeing her one last time would have saved her. All she wanted to say was, "I love you." I never said it back. Now I wish I could turn the word hate into something different. Then my mom would understand, I did love her too. Now, I must go on my own with my dad. Without her.
Author Notes: This is my first story on here, so don't judge ;-;