And then i saw her crying for the second time. You must believe that living with her more than 8 years, it's enough to know that you can actually trust in her. But also after so many thoughts, form mom, and dad, and even from one self at bad times, you think...that what you only have is family.It's true at some point, but what if it's not necesary sharing blood, i mean, when you adopt someone, its family; when u get a pet, you say is family, and you say it with heart...without differences. But, when this person has other priorities, when blood becomes stronger; that familiar bond you thought you could share with her, might not be that strong.

Then you hear, "should be only us", "she doesn't love us as we do", "she always gives the best but when becomes to him", "she does everything wrong, she's tired"...

Then i think, aren't 8 years enough? For me they mean a lot. The sadest part is... I can see it now, when a feeling of guilt runs through her soul.

Here i am, after running away from the hugh she might've needed, feeling sad knowing she feel that  way...

I think there's no guilt, she has done enought, even more than what they pacted, but which is the reason that keeps her at home?

I feel a bad person in moments like this, remember that  i thought that a solution for our family was her leaving... She is a good woman, who loves her son, even if he doesn't realize everything she has sacrified, well, as every son, right?

she will be always family for me, i had her on good and wrong, so sometimes... 8 years could be more familiar than a hole life...

So i  saw her crying for the second time, feeling guilty for an action of her tiredness... I hope i could know, i hope she could know...