Mother’s Day for Christmas

I haven’t been home for the longest time. I thought I was detached from the place until I crumbled under my emotions when I came back today. I had no money left and barely enough money for a swipe but I managed to get home without hopping turnstiles. (thanks dante). Going back to the restaurant on a rainy day wasn’t pleasant, but out was home. Working next to my parents was still familiar to me. It was nice. When we closed and went home, my dad went straight to sleep from a tiring day, but my mom stayed up to do some extra chores. I stayed up with her and she started talking to me like she always does. But this time was different. I remember I used to think that it was going to be another one of her lectures; this time it felt like she was reaching out to me. I felt the burden on her heart as she combed her hair back with her fingers. Is she trying out a new look? She poured some of her heart out on me. I held it in my hands, and I wanted to cry. I realized how much I missed her after all this time. I will carry you just a you carried me as a child. I will show you Europe on a vacation. I will do something I love to do as my future. I will transcend my past, my circumstances, and my labels. I am proud to have you. I love you mom.

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