I AM MY MOTHER’S CHILD

Natalie Miller
Nov 7 · 9 min read

I am my mother’s daughter. In ways that I always hoped I wouldn’t be. I get mad and lash out at my cats as she did with us as children growing up. And as an adult, to my closest friends and sister as she does now. I know that I stop short of hitting anyone, but I can feel the red-hot anger course through me. In that moment, I can always see how it is possible to cross the line as she did. Getting uncontrollably angry at the things I cannot control…

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Natalie Miller

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I am an Aspiring writer sharing my thoughts & life as well as my short stories and poems. Nothing like curling up with a good book with my kitties by my side.

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