Tissue Paper Wings- Prologue

       My mother did not hold me much as a baby, and rarely hugged me as a young child. In fact, my mother had always been odd about touching even for something as simple as kissing my forehead. For many that may suggest neglect, but my mother did it for my own good. She did everything she could for my own good.
      My mother can no longer hold me, or kiss my forehead. Two years back she passed from a curable disease, all because I took away her chance of survival.