I wish she liked me better.
I wish we could shop together.
I wish she wanted to come home and spend time with me.
I wish we could "do lunch".
But I’ll just wait. And hope.
Hope that it will all go all right.
Hope that the path she chooses will take her in the right direction.
Hope that she realizes that we love her.
More than she will ever know.
And I’m thankful she’s returning to college.
And she wants to try again. Try harder.
And she has a job she likes.
And she’s made some friends.
I don’t understand why it is this way.
But I will wait.
I will always be here.