Who was that woman? Sober or not, my mother has always looked like herself—warm, familiar, like me. Now, I’m perhaps the only version of who my mother used to be that’s left in this world. She’s a stranger now, in all ways. A stranger my heart breaks for. A stranger I still need the approval of, love from…but I will have to settle for trust. The trust she is giving me to look after my sister.
