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My mother


My mother is a peculiar person, to say the least. She is capricious and selfish but I like to think that underneath that a very sensitive person hides. Do I love my mother? I like to think so, but deep down I just don’t know.

I remember when I was a child I felt anxious when I needed to separate from my mother, every night she used to sneak away to see her lover and she left me “alone”, crying and feeling lonely. This fear of being abandoned haunt me until this day.

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