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A Mother’s Love
Standing in my Old Navy blue jeans and my faded, blue shaded striped Polo, my arms wrap around my mom. Some unknown force will not allow me to release her for my heart has taken over the functions of the limbs. I had just changed my departure time, so I would have the extra time with her…well worth the additional $17. It was the middle of February, and I hadn’t set eyes on her since Christmas, over a month and half ago. As I released her, my heart began to quake and split like great earthquakes amassing the highest rating on the Richter scale. Then my heart was ready once again to try, slowly, carefully, as if she was a baby being cradled, to free her. Both of our eyes glistened, our tears never running down the sides of our faces. Inside I had almost come to grips with the fact that it would be at least three weeks, 21 days, or another 504 hours until we met again. That hug would have to suffice for sometimes a month or two....
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