My mother belonged to that group of low IQ individuals who find everything alarming and believe that raising your voice is the most effective form of communication.
She has given me a way out.
As a mother I see the future in the present. Every little thing she does or says makes me form a hypothesis of how she will see life and treat others in 20 years. So I plan for how amazing she will be...
To describe my mother would be to write about a hurricane in its perfect power. Or the climbing, falling colors of a rainbow.
I could feel her heart break from a thousand miles away, I cried her tears, I mourned her loss. I saw the pain beneath that smile, the strength behind those eyes. Our silence spoke about our presence....
Inhale courage, exhale fear.
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