then i think about her end , her untimely , unfair end , the thing i hate the most about it is that in spite of the sadness that sits at the pit of my stomach every time i think about it , there is also an anger , an anger that this woman that loved me and snuck bowls of ice cream to me for breakfast on monday mornings before school , the woman that brushed my hair and spent hours picking out clothes for me , that woman , would lie to me my entire life and then leave me at a time like this to face the things she was supposed to prepare me for .