Spinning Compass Network

Pretty sure that Raymond knew exactly what I was craving. He had sneaked into my apartment and started cooking me breakfast. I was craving Sausage, Pancakes, Eggs and fruit this morning and that is exactly what he was cooking me. He even set flowers down on the table. And surprised me with a mom locket and a day spent together. I don't know what I want to do, but Happy Mother's Day to all the other mother's out there, hope you all have a relaxing day.

My son is the best, I love having his older self here. I love my necklace and the coupons that he made me were just perfect. He even put that he'll give me a footrub and a back massage. Might have to trade that in this morning. But he's busy in the kitchen. My first mother's day and its already turning out to be perfect with both versions of my son.

If I was back home I would be helping my brothers Wyatt and Chris make breakfast for our mother and then we would all spend the day together with my Aunts, Uncles and cousins. Instead, I'm sitting here looking at the book of shadows and reliving some great memories and stories. I miss my mom so much.

Okay, this better be some kind of trick. I was running away from this well, I don't know what it was, but how did I land on an island? Where am I?

I forgot I turned 15 today.

I was thinking about Mother's day, and how much I miss my Mom that it completely slipped my mind.

Then sweet Steve got me some cupcakes, and all I could think of was 'I'm not a Mom' until it hit me. So thank you Steve, for the cupcakes and reminding me.

I hope you don't mind that I share them with my new Mom.

I went to give my mom a mother's day present and her apartment was empty. She's not on the phone list. She, and my little sister, are gone.

Most of us, in fact the vast majority, are here living without our mothers. They are lost to us for now but it does not mean we live without them.

Whoever you are here, even if you feel alone, rejected or isolated, remember that there you're worth something good.

I lost my mother in 1943 when a bomb hit our home. She and my grandmother and father meant more to me than I could ever verbalise. Now that I am one myself (thank you to whomever sent the flowers), it's harder and better than I could ever imagine.

I just wanted to say this I suppose.

I miss you, Mum.