I don’t love anyone as much as I love my mom. She is the most wonderful person in the entire world, and she means everything to me. The fact that she has gone through so much shit in her life just me love her that much more. As a child, I used to trouble her soooo much, and these days, I’m the one taking care of her. For the second year in a row, my Dad missed out on her birthday, because he’s on a business trip. It’s not even like his job was on the line for this trip. He just planned it so that he would have to be here for May 4th. I can’t help but be so emotional about this. My mom is the sweetest, most genuinely nice person I know, and I’m the only person here to celebrate it. Why does my sister have to live in LA? Why is there no family close by? Why is my dad on a fucking business trip? Why is there so much pressure on me to make my mom happy? I seriously take more care of her than she does to me now.

I was going to camp out for shoes early this morning, but now I’m reconsidering it. I just want to spend time with my mom and make her feel like the queen she is. I would give up anything for this woman. Happy birthday mom. I love you more than words can ever say.