Mom,I've put a lot of thought into writing this letter to try and find the perfect words to say. Throughout my childhood I watched you struggle to make ends meet everyday. I remember bouncing house to house, we never stayed in one home. Sometime before we found a new home again we would stay with family or go "camping". After a while I realized we weren't just "camping". It was home for the time being. But that was okay because I knew one day we would have a place to call home again and I enjoyed it anyway.I remember only having a loaf of bread and a couple pieces of bologna left in the house to eat, it was all we had. It was hard but that was okay because I knew that you would figure it out, mom always does. I remember not having clean clothes for school because we didn't have a way to wash laundry. I didn't go to school that day, but that was okay because I got to stay home with you.I remember taking a sponge bath in the sink because we didn't have a shower. I didn't like it very much but I was clean so I didn't mind. I remember dropping out of school in 9th grade to take care of Caleb. You were working long hours at the nursing home to make ends meet. So I stayed home to make sure he was taken care of the best I could. I was only 13 but I did it because you guys needed me and I needed you. So I did what I thought was best.I remember watching you struggle with addiction. You thought I was innocent and had no clue. But- I watched your every move because I thought I wanted to be just like you. After a while I knew that you were going through something. That was okay. I tried my best to help you, I'd tell myself eventually she'll get better and you did.But here we are again as I watch you struggle with addiction. I see your pain and that you're hurting badly. But drinking will not take that pain away mom, it will only make things worse. I want you to get better, I want to walk you through the darkness. I want to see you and Caleb have a place to call home. I want to see you succeed. I want to see you happy again. But most of all I want you to see Caleb and your grand babies grow. I fear that if you keep drinking that you won't be able to do that. I'm scared, I'm scared one day we'll all lose you. And I'm not ready for that! You're not only my mother. You are my best friend. You taught me how to be the strong, bold, independent woman I am today. I don't want to lose you anytime soon, so please mom go get help. Not only for me but yourself. You would be so much happier.I know you are hurting, I see you.