She sits quietly and does not join the conversations, while those around her speak of milestones like prom, college, and graduations.
All the while her mind is in another place trying to picture the last smile she saw on her child’s face. She starts to feel the familiar pain, wondering are they out there using again.
Then the tears as they start to swell, she has learned to control them from the years of hell, so she changes her thoughts as not to dwell. Slowly she brings herself back into her daily grind, sadly what seems like eternity has only been minutes in the parent of an addicted child’s mind;♡