It's 9h:32m:47s in the morning, and my mom just went for a run. A couple minutes ago she had just finished telling me the nightmare she had last night:

She tells me that basically she risked her life to be with me because she couldn't bear the thought of leaving me behind. I called out to her and she ignored the opportunity to save herself because she felt I couldn't live without her. Which truthfully, I really can't.

As much as we bicker as a mother and teenager daughter would, I still love her with all of my heart and I don't think I could carry on if she wasn't in my life. I can't excuse some mistakes but she's still my mother and she's trying her best.