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My mother started crying.
Softly first.
Then louder.
“Claire, we love you.”
“I know,” I said.
That surprised her.
Her tears paused.
“I know you love me in the way that is convenient for you. You love me when I pay. You love me when I show up with gifts. You love me when I solve the problem. You love me when I make your life easier from a distance.”
I turned continue reading …
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