Mom is broken.
Her humor is skewed.
Her harmony is off.
How do you fix it when mom is broken?
Usually, a mom fixes everything, but who fixes mom?
My feelings are hurt, my pride is bruised and my battered ego is cowering in a corner.
I fear that this is last time that I can be broken.
I’ve been pieced together so many times that I just don’t think it can be done again.