Please.

Mum I really need you to be here.

Every day it feels like you drift apart further, and it's hard to hear you and dad criticise each other all the time.

Sometimes I feel like maybe you haven't really got grips on the fact that I am not a little girl anymore, and I am not like you were at my age. But then, some others it just seems like you don't give a crap anymore. And I'm sorry if I act irrationally sometimes, but you're supposed to be the adult. You're supposed to hold my hand if things go wrong but I feel like I can't tell you anything anymore. And I miss my mother. I am so glad you're working again, but I feel like I'm crying out loud for you and you don't even notice, or don't want to notice. Please mum, I still need you.