Consequently, Ava had failed to join the dots between her mother’s own childhood and her resultant inability to forge the sort of close bond between them that Ava had craved.
I won’t highlight all the prior 1/2 page, this little snippet is enough. The author could of torn this from my life, I’m sadly not joking. Not sure what I can say as this cuts so close to the bone I’ve got tears in my eyes and I want to run to my Mum grab her, and force the loving physicality of a hug from her, something she’s never done, I want to hear her say the words “I love you” from her mouth, as she’s never been able to say it.
Yet I like Ava will do nothing, I’ll wish and wonder until the day she dies and then, I don’t know, like Ava I have suspicions from her life and mine, that makes us who we are, but unlike Ava, I took a different route, one that allowed me to drown out all the noise. Now I just live in silence, which is bloody ironic as I recently became deaf. It wasn’t meant to be a pun, it just came out that way.
Children love your mothers, like your mothers love you, because when you need open arms, they’ll be there waiting for you.
Life just bloody sucks sometimes.
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