What I see in the mirror makes me cry. It make me realize I am going to die, with a big head, a crooked smile and a look that makes my children cry. I realize I am not the best person for them. But I am all they have. I am all I have. Of my children, I adore each for a different reason. But for each I am scared for them. I realize the summer will be too hot for them, the winters too cold, for each, they will get something from me that will make them have problems for the rest of their lives.
But that is what is growing up does, it makes you think of every thing that could go wrong, and uncomfortable when it doesn't
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