The person who has been lost is the woman sitting to the right (your side). I haven't seen her for awhile. One day, she disappeared from sight.
She used to bake me cookies on occasion. One Valentines day, she made me a very nice pink cake with candy hearts all around. On my birthdays, it was homemade Angel Food cake, whipped cream, and strawberries. I got as much of that as I would like.
I supported her, even when it should have been evident that she was not doing the right thing. I used to go to antique markets with her and help her set up. We used to enjoy looking at dolls and dollhouses together.
Even when I started to understand what had happened in the family, still I supported her.
The disappearance began subtly with friends. She didn't like my apartment she didn't like my friends. She really resented that there was a boy that I fell in love with. She really hated weddings. My graduation was really about her and my father. Her rage grew and infected everyone. Her entitlement to things that I couldn't provide became that I must not be doing well.
Eventually, I looked around and POOF the mother that I had thought I grew up with either disappeared or was an illusion in the first place. She wasn't the most loving, the most attentive, but I thought she was a nice person once upon a time. I look and look, but she is not there.
There is an angry old woman where she lived. She tells stories about me that aren't true, but I have no idea who this woman is. What the heck did she do with my mother?
Do you know?