Motherhood changes everyone, but I found the transition monumental
I was about to turn 13 when she died.
My father woke me up in the middle of the night to tell me that he’d come home and found her in bed, not breathing. The cancer must have taken over.
At least, they all said, she died at home — the sort of thing that people say when they don’t realize who had to wash the linens the next day.
I can’t honestly say it was hard to be motherless throughout high school and college.
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