by Dede Montgomery It was the moment she called me “mother.” I was upset and blurted out, “Mom, I’m your daughter.” She hesitated, and then answered slowly. “Oh, yes.” Too quickly I butted in. “Mom, you know I’m your daughter.” I commanded, rather than asked, selfishly realizing, at 56, I still needed a mother. “Yes, […]
November 26 – Even When You Call Me Mother
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