Nail Biting: February 24 – Entry 5

Nail biting by my mother. Money. Kids. Family. Life.

There is a goal, a goal to get everything smooth. If I can keep it smooth then there is nothing to smooth. Her fingers are smooth. Mine should be like hers. I wish to carry her burden, then would mine be like hers. Smooth. Even. Snag-free. Velvety. Unbroken. Seamless. Trouble-free.

Yet, the seams are still there, or they continue to return. Can’t they go away. I don’t like them, I know she doesn’t like them either. Give them all to me I know where to put them.