A Daughter's Reflection
Mama: She wasn’t the kind of woman people called strong. She didn’t command a room or always make the wisest choices. She didn’t have the steady confidence I sometimes envied in other mothers. My mama was flawed in ways that showed. Tender in places where life had been anything but gentle. And somehow, without either of us planning it, I became the strong one. I stepped into that role way too…
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