WHO'S YOUR FAVORITE?

I wish the amount of selfless love I had for my Mom then still exists today.
Not that I am not trying, or that we are not okay. We're cool, we're talking and we love each other.
But it is very much different from how it used to be. You know what I mean?
Not only it feels weird trying to bridge/fix something that seems 'okay' at home, as if I am ready to acknowledge this as a problem. Like, I don't love my Mom enough or something.

And yes, maybe I don't. Maybe we all don't.

Guilty?