I Stopped Talking to My Mother and I’m Learning to be Okay With it

I don’t hate her and I’m not ungrateful. I’m trying to figure out why we can’t get along.

Yaret Hernandez
Oct 2 · 3 min read

When I was younger, one of my favorite sounds was my mother’s voice. She would wake up early in the morning and sing.

Ay, ay, ay, ay, canta y no llores! Porque, cantando se alegran cielito lindo, los corazones.”

I guarantee that is why I turned out to be a morning person.

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