Sunshine

Sunshine.

Sunshine comes and everything is okay.

At least for a little while.

While sunshine is around, life is happier.

Mom is happier.

Richard doesn't get bad moods.

I stay happy for then.

But when sunshine leaves, everything is less okay.

You think too much.

Mom gets angry more.

Richard gets a bad mood.

Sunshine is not a part of my family.

But sunshine hold it together.

We all love sunshine.

Especially mom.

Sunshine is all that I'm not.

Sunshine is happier and sweeter and better.

Why can't I be as lovely as sunshine?