The broken home

I love you all like my own. I taught you to read, wiped away tears, nurced a broken heart caused by an mentally unstable parent. I went to all school events and cheered you on with every award, achievements and sport carnival, and hugged you when they didn't show up and through every broken promise. I was there when you scraped your knee, lost your first teeth. I helped you get through broken down friendships and fought for you at every turn. My heart broke every time I noticed you hurting, I cried for you and with you. I never gave up, I will never give up on you like those who should never have. You were and are my first priority. I won't pick drugs over you, or alcohol and significant others. You are my life.
You broke my heart, the parent who was there for you, their heard is weeping, that you choose to run away, to be with thay one person who never put you first, who neglected you, and put you in danger. We don't know why and want to understand, but you avoid us at every turn, and ignore your brothers and sisters. I'm scared for you, I fear for you, that your lost. Please come home.