So among my mother's multiple sicknesses there is Lupus. She has a weird history with it. Very rare in fact. So first it came up full blown a year after I was born. It got worst and worst through a series of doctors and pills and steroids for over 17 years. Then as if by miracle it stopped coming up. By that point all the pills and dependencies fucked her body up. Besides the fact that she had polio as a child that left but always threatened to return. Anyway after six years of living without Lupus and suffering from blood circulation, to fatigue, to celiac disease and a few other things, the Lupus re-surfaced on the skin after an unexplained skin burn that took over her entire body with no real sun exposure. Her skin is burned and has different shades. A lot of the little hair left fell out and it is only getting worst. So bad that her doctor ordered her to cut it all off. It wasn't growing or doing anything but being there. She is embarrassed to go out in the street for all of these reasons. It hurts every time I see her because it just gets worst and worst. Besides all of that she has a new thing on her foot, and some sickness that kills her muscles. I don't know what that one is yet cause her pronunciation sucks.

On Sunday night I told her that I was shaving my head in solidarity with her. She asked me to let it grow for a number of months and then cut it to make her a wig. I almost cried. I gotta let it grow for her now. It is my utmost pleasure. I wanted her just to go bald and proud and put silk wraps on her head. She wants wigs. Oh well. Now she can have one that was spawn of her DNA. I love her. The Bitch. I tell her all the time. TE AMO DESGRACIADA. She calls me a son of a bitch so that means I can call her a bitch.

I love our relationship. She used to only fight, then I became an adult and we are like two cards rested on each other at the bottom to create the foundation for a card castle.

That’s it for now.

oh and Suhier was pretty dope.

Okay bye