The End of Another Month

Another month passes. I wonder when I'll stop counting from those days. Outside, it's warm, but not hot like mom makes it out to be. I figure she's going through the change. There are no dirty traces on our steps anymore, not after so long, but I'm a little cautious just the same. Maybe I always will be. It only takes one mistake to do that to you. By the way - The sky was black, and there were stars.