a dream fucked my memories last night. I actually believed I had a caring stepmom when I was about 11 or 12 and that I seemed to have forgotten her, and she was like smiling back at me and I felt this sudden guilt and a nostalgia that wasn't there. I was kicking myself as to why I had forgotten her and how much she loved me and everything.
Then I started to have doubts, and as soon as I went "hey I've always had one mother didn't I?" I opened my eyes to reality.
