before Dad was ill, before Grandad died and left Mum the commitment. All I know is, their marriage has taught me many things but sadly it’s mainly taught me what to avoid. “Okay, Mum.” She sniffs, unimpressed. “I bet you talk to your friends about boys but not your own mother.” I hand her another peg. “You once said friends and mothers aren’t the same.” “Of course they’re not.” I roll my eyes when she can’t see. “Some mothers and daughters are best friends,” I point out. “Those mothers don’t know what they’re doing.” “Mum!” “It’s true!” She kisses her teeth to reinforce this. “We are not
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