I've started to realize something over the past few weeks.
I've become an all together different person from who I once was.
I'm more pleasurable to be around,
I'm cleaner,
I'm more efficient,
and what's more I've regained the giving spirit I have lacked for a very long time.

My mother has had to deal with my constant bitching, moaning, grumbling, arguing, stampeding, raging, and so on and so forth for years now. There have been numerous "I hate you"s and countless "I can't believe you're my mother"s. Yes, I admit it, and I'm ashamed to say it.

But I've come to understand some very new things in life,
and it's like the teenage angst syndrome that should have worn off years ago is finally starting to weaken it's grasp. My mother has been pleading with me to paint, draw, sculpt, craft her something. I've made hundreds of pieces for my friends and other family members, yet she's been left behind.

And so, today, after classes and a thorough cleaning of my house, I decided that mommy dearest deserves to be rewarded for all the bullshit she puts up with on a daily basis.

Here's to you, Madre. Sorry for being a cunt-suckling ball-biter of mass mayhem.
I love you to bits, even though I may not show it.
You are the one who squeezed me into this world, after all.

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