rainbowfic | Dirt Brown #10 with canvas

Name: Blossom
Story: Changing Tides
Colors: Dirt Brown #10 (melancholic)
Supplies and Styles: canvas (Helen is 18 here)
Title: How is it Like?
Word Count: 315
Rating: PG-13
Summary: Helen has a question to ask on a subject she knows nothing about.
Warnings: none this time
Notes: *pokes head out* Hello after like a bunch of years am I right? Since I'm finishing up college everyone started talking again, so I hope to write some more soon. I really missed them. I missed posting here too. I missed everything so here's to me posting more. I'd like to do more with Helen too. Well, enjoy!

You know there are times where I wonder how it’s like to be welcomed when you come home. You know with the whole “hey welcome home honey!” or “Hi honey how are you?” instead of always coming home to someone who doesn’t even care anymore since I grew up. I’ve often wondered what it’s like to actually like your mom to believe that she’s in your corner. I can’t even think about the last time that happened to me. I’ve never had that. I would never know how that feels, until I become a mom myself for now I don’t even know how that feels.

How is it like? To have a mom that doesn’t treat you like a punching bag? That doesn’t try to pair you and your siblings against each other.

Is it nice?

Does it feel good?

I always see people talk about how they would do anything for their mother. How their mother is their best friend, the one person that they talk to about everything when I can’t even be in the same room with mine without her thinking that I’m in some weird competition with her. Is that possible?

Can you actually like your mother without imagining life without her? I can’t remember the last time I was actually happy to be around my mother. Is that even possible? I can’t even think about the time I was actually happy to see her. I am so ready to just pack up everything and leave. She has the youngest, she doesn’t need me. I get so tired of her putting against each other when the youngest is so uncomfortable with it. Is there a way to like your mom?

Is that possible?

If so, can you tell me how?

Can you tell me how is it like to go home and be welcomed by your mom?

How it is like?