Inheritance

My mom has just been diagnosed with depression

The pills make her tired; she sleeps all the time now, sort of like I do
And I can't help wondering if she, too, measures happiness by the number of nights she hasn't spent dousing
her pillow with tears
Or if she prays to GOD to take her during the night, before the demons begin dancing in her mind in the
morning,
Sort of like I do
We're peculiar creatures, we daughters
Somehow, we slowly become our mothers; we mimic their mannerisms, repeat their words of reproof and
adopt their bodies in our adulthood.
We inherit their diseases.
~ FromMalaiyaWithLove