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Thanksgiving
Nov. 22nd, 2007 10:38 pm[Private]
Last year, my mother cooked for a week, like she always did. I was there for most of it- she needed me there to argue with. Every time I mentioned the new watches I was working on, she'd pull out another career that would better suit me. I helped with the baking, like always, and we watched the parade in the morning and ate the rest of the day. Or, to be more accurate, she tried to make me eat all day. That night, when I said goodbye, she kissed me on the cheek and told me that she always hoped for the best for me.
When I think back on it, it's not the scissors plunged into her chest that intrude on my happy memories. What I can't get out of my mind is how she shoved me away, said I wasn't her son. She called me damned.
I sometimes wonder if she knew how right she was.
You never said it, but you always believed I didn't appreciate you enough, Mom. Now that you're gone, I do. Thank you, for the smothering and the hysterics and for being the only person who was there for me.
...hmmm, cupcakes?
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Thank you, Claire. They were very good.
Last year, my mother cooked for a week, like she always did. I was there for most of it- she needed me there to argue with. Every time I mentioned the new watches I was working on, she'd pull out another career that would better suit me. I helped with the baking, like always, and we watched the parade in the morning and ate the rest of the day. Or, to be more accurate, she tried to make me eat all day. That night, when I said goodbye, she kissed me on the cheek and told me that she always hoped for the best for me.
When I think back on it, it's not the scissors plunged into her chest that intrude on my happy memories. What I can't get out of my mind is how she shoved me away, said I wasn't her son. She called me damned.
I sometimes wonder if she knew how right she was.
You never said it, but you always believed I didn't appreciate you enough, Mom. Now that you're gone, I do. Thank you, for the smothering and the hysterics and for being the only person who was there for me.
...hmmm, cupcakes?
[End Private Lock]
Thank you, Claire. They were very good.
