Through Hateful Eyes

I find myself still asking the question, what is my purpose in life? It remains unanswered. Although sometimes when I come up with new ideas about changing the trajectory of my life, it becomes my purpose for the moment. Then reality hits, and I''m back to asking the familiar question, what is my purpose in life?

My mother was not the motherly type; she never hugged, kiss, or told my siblings and I...