She accepted the lowest-paying position because it allowed her to remain close enough to see me.
She watched my school performances from the back of the auditorium.
She saw me receive certificates and awards.
She watched me grow taller, make friends, experience heartbreak, and become a teenager.
She couldn’t hold my hand or tell me she loved me.
But she could see that I was safe.
And for her, that had been enough.
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By the time my father finished speaking, I was crying.
All those years,
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