I have no idea who my mother is. Sure I know her name, where she resides, where she was born and what she looks like , but I have absolutely no idea who my mother is. I’ve experienced several broken relationships in my life but the first one, the most hard hitting impactful one was with my mother. I wish at some point we will be able to renew the relationship that was broken nearly 18 years ago. Naturally, as the baby I’ve always been attached to the idea that she was going to show up and be there, that the mother-daughter bond was going to exist and she was going renew her responsibilities as a parent. But this isn’t the DMV and things don’t work out that way. I’m not a child anymore; I’m no longer living in a falsehood believing that such a thing will happen. However, I’m still waiting for that day when things will be renewed and when people ask about her I’ll find have something to say.