Take deep breaths" I can hear my mother say, as I struggle to tell her about my day. She pats my shoulder, smiles slightly and gives me the warmest hug. Sighing I release my grip and look at her. I take in every inch of her face, the way her gently flows down her shoulders. She looks young, but beautiful. I see a lot of myself in her. She stands to leave and I watch her disappear. I look around and the objects around me start to change, mostly crumbled to ash. I can hear my mothers voice, Its twisted, distorted. The softness that was there before has now turned into a harsh grumble. The couch that I'm sitting on starts to shake and the walls are ripped away. Only to expose a scene of dread. My mother, sitting at the kitchen table, rolling cigarettes. You can smell the whiskey wafting through the room, the vacant look that now fills her eyes as she pounds her fingers into the roller, staring at me with hate. "Momma?" I say, not taking my eyes from her...