No love here.
When I was little I never knew what love was, I had no idea what it meant. I used to sit in a daze at school, hanging onto my friends every word about how their mom was the best mom ever and they were always spending time together. One of my friends Angel told me how her mom always cuddled her and tucked her in at night and how it was the best feeling ever. I wanted to know what that felt like so one day I crept into my mom’s room and climbed into bed with her. I put my arms around her and cuddled into her. My mom stirred in her sleep and pulled away from me.
“What the hell are you doing?!” She screamed, flinching away from me. “Get off my bed.”
I climbed out of bed and ran back to my bedroom, diving under my covers. Love might be nice for some people but there wasn’t any love in my household. At that point I made a promise to myself that I would always be kind to everyone I met and make sure they knew at least I cared about them. The worst feeling in the world is not having anybody to love you.