My mom loves me. I know this is true because she tells me every day. She says she thinks about me all the time, and I know it’s true. I made sure of it. She is the centre of my world, and I want to be the centre of hers.
I made sure she thinks of me every time she goes out of the door.
And every time she goes in the fridge.
Every time she has a cup of coffee.
And whenever she does the ironing.
She thinks of me when she looks in the mirror
And every time she uses the computer.
I made especially sure that she thinks of me when she eats.
She has said that she doesn’t need the constant reminders, that she would think of me anyway, but you can never be too careful.