Hearing him talk about his mother, about his intact family, makes my chest hurt for a second, like someone pierced it with a needle.
Hearing him talk about his mother, about his intact family, makes my chest hurt for a second, like someone pierced it with a needle.
Scrubbing the floor when no one else wanted to was something that my mother would have done. If I can't be with her, the least I can do is act like her sometimes.
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