But on Sunday, as I was sitting next to my mom's mom, my mom's sister and her daughter, I realized I don't have to yearn for her so much. There's so much of her right here.
Tuesday, July 6, 2010
Sometimes I think about how much I wish I could speak to my mom. Just once so that I could ask her what she liked and what she didn't. To understand which parts of me come from her.
But on Sunday, as I was sitting next to my mom's mom, my mom's sister and her daughter, I realized I don't have to yearn for her so much. There's so much of her right here.
But on Sunday, as I was sitting next to my mom's mom, my mom's sister and her daughter, I realized I don't have to yearn for her so much. There's so much of her right here.
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