The foolish girl believed that they were family. She felt comfortable enough to consider the woman her mother. What a childish notion.
She turned her back and when things became difficult the woman turned on her. The words were no longer soft and caring, rather they had sharp edges that cut at the girl’s bruised heart. Nobody was who they appeared to be; they never were at all.
Wait until his illness flairs up and they see what I’ve been dealing with for the past twenty years. Will they call me? Now that they’ve dismissed me, do I counter by walking away from helping them? Do I turn on them as they’ve turned on me?
Or, sit at home and feel the pain?
The Search for Peace from Under a Butterfly's Wings 