The things that my mother says to me and I am the one that changes her sh-----
diapers. My brother can come over and get anything he wants but he never ask what he can do for his mother. Last month a very close friend died-she was like a second mother to me. In my mind I asked myself why wasn't it my mother to died.. I know that is a bad thought but I have no life. She refuse to go in a home-not a thing is wrong with her mind-real sharp. Am i wrong to think this way.