my eyes.
“I’m your mother.”
For a moment, everything around me seemed to disappear.
The refrigerator motors, the shopping carts, the voices of customers—all of it faded into silence.
I couldn’t move.
“What?”
She nodded, tears rolling down her cheeks.
“I am your mother. I know you probably hate me. I know I have no right to walk into your life like this, but I couldn’t keep pretending anymore.”
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Before I could ask another question, she turned and walked away.
I stood frozen in the aisle,
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