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It’s only now that I recognise the wretched life you cloaked me in and how your misery needed my company to prevent you from feeling so isolated.
My insides are like a broken-down piece of old machinery with missing parts. However, it doesn’t stop the longing.
And it strikes me that, for as long as I live, no one is ever going to call me ‘Mum’.
