It’s Friday and for most people that means a break and looking forward to the weekend, that usually also even means me, although I work at home. Today, no words of wisdom, no trying to make light of situations, I miss my mom. I miss what I thought she was. Most people have someone older than them, of the same gender, that they look up to for wisdom, to confide in. I have no one. I have my God, my Father, but sometimes we need someone with skin on. I feel alone, an orphan. Most days I can get past this, today I’m having trouble. I remembered last night while I was watching a movie that, before I broke ties with my mother, I didn’t get my wedding dress from her, or my real daddy’s things from her. I can’t call her, that hit home. I can’t call her, I have my grandma on my real daddy’s side, but she is old and she worries. I am praying for that wise woman to come into my life and lend her shoulder to cry on. I know God is faithful and he say ask and ye shall receive, so right now God, I need that comfort, I am praying that you send her soon.