My Mom came in my room this morning and sit on my bed waking me up asking do I wanna go to school? Like ALL teenagers I said NO. But I had my reasons. Like any other mother with a heart she knew why and I didnt even have to explain why.
Getting off the bed she walked out my room coming back 5 minutes laters with GROSS medicine and a HUGE cup of Hot Chocolate! 
She walked out saying “Feel better and I’ll call you every 2 hours. I love you”
Sigh. All I needed was a Mother’s Touch.
When people are sick they tend to be depress, moody, and all out of whack! But me I try to keep a smile, stay very energetic, and get some sunlight! Since my mom wants me to stay inside I’m going to try to read a lot blogs and give love through my words! love you!
P.S Pray for me! I have a stuffy nose, back pains, and headache! 
Play Video!
Run, dont look back.
Hide, dont come out.
Be still, dont move.
Speak gentle.
Think wisely.
Whisper quietly.
Love carefully without the pain.
Walk with God.
Stay true to yourself.
Do all those things with a Massive heart beat. [__<3__]
-Valencia.
Dear Mother,
You took me in when I was just a new born. You tried to keep me in church. And that was the most best thing you could’ve ever did. Now I know where to turn when my life is flipped upside down or when I need to give thanks, and that is most def* GOD himself. You even bought me beautiful things I never even thought of asking for. Kept me in a private school for my childhood life and then a charter school through junior high. Boy do I thank you because I love school. — but. .Our record player keeps playing soft and slow melody. But then it stopped and sped up. That’s when high school hit. I started to see this dramatic change. Our relationship started to drift apart. Then I realized I was going through that . . “Teenage Stage”. So I decide to slow down the record. Lately we’ve been agruing over little things. My outfits, Dishes, my additude. But we mainly agrue about College. I feel that you don’t want me to leave. You want me here stuck in Los Angeles, California like all these other low-Lifes, no class having people! Sigh. (Sorry to those who fit that description but that’s just how I see it.) I was thinking to myself one night, maybe your afraid of letting me go. You want me to stay a little girl forever. Why can’t you just let that little girl go and except the fact that I transformed from a child to a young lady? How does that saying goes? A bird has to leave the nest to learn to how fly. (Correct me if I’m wrong, please)
Well, mom. I’m that bird and I’m asking you to let me spread my wings and learn how to fly. I bet I’ll be a darn good one too. aha. I’ll be taking off soon. I’ll always love you. I’ll still be your little girl. Like when I’m sick, a husband can’t take care of his wife like a mother can. Or when I need that girly bond, I can’t talk to my friends the way I talk to you. Just know that you were a great mother and I seriously hope to be one just like you!.
Muah,
Valencia.
