An Amygdala
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An Amygdala

I Was My Mother’s Keeper in the Lonely Places

Photo by Sebastian Dark on Unsplash

My mother was beautiful.

I always saw her as young, more like me than like a “true” adult. She had given birth to me, her first child, when she was only 23 years old.

Her hair was shiny, a sea of relaxed waves. Her fingers were delicate and feminine. Her eyes were shaped like two sunsets.

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an amygdala

an amygdala

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