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with the same raw material. That was not nothing.
My mother slipped her arm through mine.
“Thank you for not giving up on us. For inviting us here. For showing us your life even after we spent years refusing to see it.”
“You’re my family. That doesn’t change because we frustrate each other.”
“We did more than frustrate you.”
“Yes.”
“And you still love us.continue reading …
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