“Mama,” I whisper, taking her hand. It’s cold to the touch. “I wanted nothing more than for you to love me growing up. I never felt good enough. You made me feel so fucking bad about myself; I used to cry myself to sleep at night. You never would listen to me and always said I was being overdramatic.” Tears roll down my face like I hit a pressure release for my feelings. “I loved you so much. Why couldn’t you ever see that or see me? Some people might think it’s silly to get upset over something like that. But you shaped the way I saw myself. I never could find the good in myself. It took five
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