Watching My — Mom Go ((better))

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Now, the roles had reversed. I stood in the doorway, watching her retreat. watching my mom go

The process is a cruel inversion of the natural order. When I was young, she watched me go. She watched me take my first steps, letting go of the coffee table to tumble into her arms. She watched me walk into the school doors on my first day, my backpack nearly as big as I was. She watched me drive away to college, her hand raised in a wave that tried to mask her worry. Once you share a bit more detail, I’d

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