Christmas

This would be the third Christmas that I am spending without my mother. The first Christmas was the worst as the wound was fresh fresh. This Christmas I thought would have been better but I was forced to reopen the room and enter into a room that I thought I would not need to enter alone. I was faced with the realization that as strong as I want to be. I am not as strong as I think I am.

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