Introduction

I could tell my mom was looking dead at the scars on my wrist.
"Sweetheart, promise me you will never do that again."
"I love you mom."
"I love you too, sweetheart. Now promise me you won't do it again."
"Okay mom, I promise."
"Hopefully you can keep that promise."
"Trust me, I'll keep it with my life."
Now that my mom is gone, it's getting harder and harder to keep my promises.