“Kiddo, I—“

Diana trailed off as she saw you storm down the hall and slam the door to your room. She had forgotten your birthday, again. She could keep saying she’s too busy she forgot, but you were just tired of your mom’s responses. Now you were starting to think, she was ‘forgetting’ on purpose.

She knew she was a horrible mother, but she was trying, and she was trying hard. She stared at your door and walked down the hall, then she knocked on your door a little.

“Honey, I can explain...”