Today, I had a long conversation with someone I'm slowly becoming close friends with. We talked about her dad, and how she was closer to him than with her mum. And I understood. I've never known my father, and I've clung to my mother's presence my whole life. She told me about feeling like her mother was absent, in a way, sort of dead, and that she didn't think she (her mother) was an essential part of her growing up. She told me that she could most likely live without her mother, since it had been like she was never there anyway. I understood, because I've been raised by one parent, and that one parent is the one I've grown attached to, so I feel like my dad isn't an essential part of my life, mainly because of his absence.
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Poetryand no matter how much you water scorched grass and withering weeds, you will never make a garden re-grow -M.R c.2016
