Today is my mother’s birthday and.. oh, to be honest, I don’t know what I could say. She has never been a super caring mother, although what else can you expect from an alcoholic divorced with two children.. But.. I don’t know, I moved out of that madhouse that I called home for 22 years a few months ago and at the moment… I miss it a little ? The problem is that I don’t miss what my mother is now (she is literally crazy. Of course she has no certificates, but any reasonable person looking at her behavior will not need confirmation of these certificates) I am sad to remember those very few moments from childhood when she showed at least an ounce of care and attention.
Moreover, having decided to draw art for her birthday, I was in a stupor for many days, because I didn’t know what to draw, because I don’t know my mother at all. She never talked about her past or what she loves. Everything I know about her can be counted on one hand. One of these things is that her zodiac sign is Leo and that she adores Leos. This is actually why drawing her as a lion seemed like the best idea to me. Eh… Really sad post