sitting at an unknown japanese restaurant picked out by dad, mom brushes away a strand of my almost-long hair as it falls precariously near the udon soup i'm eating. and it hits me--when i go to college, she won't be able to do that anymore. and i tell her, sounding as if i don't appreciate the gesture. but that is not my meaning at all--"it's..."
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