he realization that now it is gone forever, something one had hoped for since birth, how could one not have hoped for the love of one’s mother since birth?
Praying for Catharsis

I know that feeling. My eyes filled with tears at this line. The questions never asked, the things left unsaid. The mother I lived with and never knew.

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