I sit in the dark and listen to the sound of laughter and joy but more importantly

I hear the LOVE they have with each other.

As I peek through the crack of the door I see the protectiveness and LOVE that mother has for her children.

As I silently watch, I can’t help but wonder.

Why doesn’t my mother hold me like that?

Why doesn’t my mother laugh with me like that?

Why doesn’t my mother talk to me with care in her voice?

Why doesn’t my mother listen to me like that?

Why doesn’t my mother do those things?

As these questions fill my head I then become to realize I’m not wondering anymore.

I am envying…