It feels like more than that somehow. She is still mom. I feel like such a bad son. I know how much she's worried that she isn't being a good mom cause she didn't remember us. And now she has this whole other thing, and what did I do? I pushed her away.
Well, I'm here. That's the important thing right now.
What happened? Like, I'd come and climb in bed with you more often, cause, I don't know it helps me keep from having nightmares, but I feel like you don't want me there.