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It's been so many years since that afternoon, hasn't it, Mom? I still remember every single thing that happened: the rainfall pouring outside, the radio playing on an endless loop, Benji crying for milk in the nursery. And then Dad came running through the door with the newspaper over his head and that look on his face...
...I hate to admit it all still gets to me sometimes.
And I especially hate the fact that this is all despite the fact that you're the one that always told me to grow up to be a strong little girl. I don't like it, it's not me.
I want to do you proud, Mom. I'm not going to let the past drag me down now, no matter how much it may have hurt me. I know that you're in a safer place now, wherever that may be, and I'm grateful to have had you as a mother even if it was just for a teensy part of my life.
Have a good sleep, Mom. I love you.
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