Birthday

I felt scattered and prickly all morning until I saw the date: Today would be my mother’s fifty-fifth birthday. I continued to feel raw and lonely, but I stopped trying to feel different. In two weeks I’m going to London- where I lost her. She would be very excited for me to go back and enjoy it this time. I wish we were going out for dinner tonight to celebrate.

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Author: Emily

Writer/ Librarian

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