It was about last July, when I came back to my parents' house after visiting Rochester, when I realized that there are some things Mommy can't fix.
that sentence there does not convey how heartbreaking that realization was. I climbed into her lap (please imagine this; I'm almost five-four and she's about five-six, and she was sitting in an armchair not exactly expecting it) and lo and behold, it did not erase the hurt of the week's events.
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