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Feeling the loss of love

Recently somebody asked me when do I miss my mom the most.

I had an answer to that question initially. Then it got me thinking. I miss her all the time. She was my sanctuary. I was protected nourished and loved.

Nobody loves anybody like how a parent loves a child. There is no judgement no hidden agenda. It takes years for children to understand but eventually they do. But losing someone who loved you so purely is tragic.

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