didn’t know. But I didn’t want my mother to cry anymore. I hated it when she cried or yelled. I hated it when she was unhappy. I let her stick tissues into my nose as long as she wanted, and I didn’t complain. Her tears told me she was afraid, and I did not want her to be afraid for me.
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