Wednesday, December 2, 2009

A Mother's Love

Sunday, April 12, 2009 

I turned to my mother and told her my heart was broken. That I was barely holding on. Wanting her to comfort me in that moment. To offer me the pretty lie that things would be better. To know that someone in my world could hold the center when things were falling apart. 

But, she did not move to hug me. Did not offer me comforting words. She sat in cold and stony space looking at me like I was a stranger. 

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