As humans we are programmed to crave motherly comfort, despite ourselves. We want to be enveloped in protective warmth. To have an all-knowing blanket of safety who will stroke our hair and then rock us to sleep. An unconditional shelter from an unforgiving world. No matter how old we are, it is something our hearts will find a way to ache for. No matter how big and strong we grow, there will always be an innate urge to run to Mommy when we fear the monsters underneath our bed. But sometimes the person we depend on for that comfort becomes the thing we fear the most. Sometimes we just draw the
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