Momma,
I wish you would listen to me instead of always arguing with me and acting like I don't know what I am talking about. I tell you what I tell you because I love you. I get angry when you get sick because I want you to live.
I want you to live forever.
Sadly, this can not happen, but maybe if you take better care of yourself and I get on the ball and get my life on track, you WILL get to see a grandchild before you go.
So please...don't go.
Not yet.
Not ever.
I'm not ready for a world that doesn't have you in it.
Worried,
Your Little Girl