Today's OneWord: Mother

How many times do I have to ask the same question until you remember the answer? If the names all sound the same in the end, why give us those monikers and expect them to remain memorized? I'm standing over your bed, Mother, and I see how your eyes have glazed over. They're coated with the sugar grains of past moments that I can't even stomach anymore. We used to sit together on your porch, while you held back screams as the neighbors burned all of their belongings in front of you. You hated the smell of the smoke.