‘wherever the wind may go…

the wind will take you back home…

whoever you may go to,

make sure you don’t lose your mind…’

she strokes my hair as the rain pours down on the windows.

the cracked windows.

and now she’s gone and i am alone, crying, with my younger sisters.

she took care of us, and now i am burdened with her responsibility.

why did she lose her mind?