Mommy Dear

Two days later, we were ready to bring him home. Daddy had worked so hard on nursery for weeks. It had clean black furniture and was set up with blue camouflage bed covers and curtains. Daddy even got a rocking chair for momma with Derek's name on the back. Shortly after they arrived back to the house, My mom went straight to the bedroom and got into bed. Father took over the actions of both my mother and father. Luckily, my aunt stayed around for a few days to help out. I don't remember my mom even speaking hardly. She barely even ate dinner. It was like she wasn't even there. The doctors said she was just simply going through post mortem depression. It will work itself out, they said. Going through three different medicines failing, she still never came back to us. She hasn't held Derek since the hospital. She never even said she loved us in weeks. My little brother didn't have the chance to experience what a mother was, a good mother. I was ten, feeling sorry for a newborn. All I should have been dealing with was fighting for my parents attention. I never got the chance.