I believe my mother hid things from me.

Her affirmations couldn’t hold the weight of a fly.

I believe my mother lied to me.

Her smile a play she’d perform to keep from finding her out.

But I did.

I don’t believe my mother.

My friends and classmates peaked her interest far more than I could’ve. Grades. Future College. Sports.

I struggled in each one.

I believe my mother wish she had another son.

She always asked about my best friend.

How he was doing. If he’s still varsity captain. How many scholarships he has now. If he’s still top of the senior class.

I believe i disappointed my mother.

Her only child , but far from the favorite.