This is hard for me to write for a lot of reasons: reasons that have made it difficult for me to write anything about my mom since she died, no matter how hard or how many times I’ve tried, reasons I could mention, but I won’t because that’s not what this is about. This is about missing my mom. I miss the way I could cry to her. I never had to have a reason to bawl in front of my mom. She always asked what was wrong, but a sufficient answer could have been, “I don’t know,” wh

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