…year-old girl (hello, Missy & Lacy). But, I witnessed the power of love. The power of selflessness. I witnessed someone remove a big part of herself to please the ones she loved, until she just could not anymore. Then, we became broken.
Because of them, I still have her.
I was reduced to a young woman witnessing her mother crawl from a place where spiders rope their meals, reluctant to set them free. In my too-old-for-my-age mind, I tried to understand where mothering disengaged. It was not until I…