21. My mom. I saw her last November. With you. We were in the supermarket, just getting groceries. And then there she was. You didn’t know how bad things really were between us, so you called out to her and gave her a hug. When she saw me, her face dropped. She didn’t say a single word to me. What are you supposed to say to your disowned child when you bump into them in the market? Nothing, I guess. Things were always better between my mom and me. She understood me more, whereas my dad just didn’t. But unlike my dad, she wasn’t as accepting. She liked you. The whole world likes you. But she didn’t like me. She thought I was throwing away my life for my art, and she ended up teaming up with my dad. They did that lot when I was growing up. It wasn’t fair, but it was life.