I've never been the affecfionate type towards my mother. Maybe our relationship had a riff that concluded we could not kiss or hug each other unless compelled during long goodbyes, special events and our most vulnerable moments during family struggles. But whatever is hindering me from showing my affection, doesn't mean my heart isn't longing to show how much she means to me and how in the thought of her suffering, completely and automatically makes me disoriented and weak. Of how unimaginable it is for me to think of something like that. The blow is undescribable.
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