My selfish child, I won’t beg for your love even though, today, you’re all I’m thinking of. Run away, child. It doesn’t matter if you call. No letters in the mail. No contact at all. Grow up child. The Mom shoes fit you now. You’ll see what I went through to do for you but we made it, somehow. It’s ok child. No need to apologize. all the tears I’ve cried have dried. I’m sorry mom. I couldn’t see it until now through your eyes.
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