They say to be nice to her, to talk to her, to love her, to help her.

 But I can do none of those.

                                      My reason?

She thinks she can come and go whenever she pleases.

 She thinks she can come home and sleep in what was once her bed and ignore us all.

 She thinks running away from a situation is the answer.

 She obviously doesn’t remember she has a family.

 A family that was once happy.

 A family that once loved each other.

 A family that stuck together through rough times.

 A family that once was a family.

She can never make up to us all the days she was gone.

 All the days she ignored us.

 All the days we needed her the most.

All those days…

That’s my reason.