With my mom, when someone was gone, they were gone. She didn't waste another minute thinking about them, and neither should you.
With my mom, when someone was gone, they were gone. She didn't waste another minute thinking about them, and neither should you.
Everyone else could get through to my mother: all they had to do was dial a number and wait for her to pick up. If only, I thought, it was that easy for me.
The worst part was that I had things I wanted to tell my mother, too many to count, but none of them would go down so easy. She'd been through too much, between my siters-I could not add to the weight. So instead, I did my best to balance it out, bit by bit, word by word, story by story, even if none of them were true.
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