Mother. Parte Uno 1991
A mothers love, finale and immeasurable by size. Fills space and time. A mother loves before her child is born, before she’s a mother even. And that love can never be matched. Or copied or replaced. But not all mothers are created equal. Some love in a different way, some aren’t shown the love they may wish or even believe they give to their child. Sometimes we know who people are and we decide to ignore it anyway for fear of loneliness. How I wish I was stronger and able to say No and Yes when I meant it. Some people learn from their past some don’t. I learn but I never course correct, and I do believe that why I lost my mother in the end, but lets star at the beginning. M y first memory goes back to when I was, 4 and I lived in New York in a 3 story apartment with my big brother father and my Mother. I was a child that always kept to herself and really ever heard a no when she wanted something. She had so many toys bags and bags. She was oblivious to her surround...