The lady called Mom
Twenty-five years is a long time to spend with someone, and not know anything about them but their name. It’s sad, but it’s true. I had only been married for a year when my veil of naiveté started to be revealed. My mom and dad weren’t just parents, they were much more. They were people — people with dreams, flaws and quirks just like normal folks. Just when I was getting to know my Mom, she ...
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