Years passed, and I distanced myself from Mom.

I didn’t learn the truth till after Mom died away.
I found an old, battered journal in a drawer as I was clearing up her home. Intrigued, I dove into the text.
As I read the entries in the journal, a new aspect of my mother became apparent to me.
I was a newborn when the entries started.

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