TALES OF AN ORANGEPEELER
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05.11.15
Are women's relationships with their mothers ever easy? My mom and I didn't talk for years. We're so different, separated by the abyss between first languages and first cultures, by diverging expectations of present and future. It took time, a lot of physical and emotional distance, and some tacit forgetting to arrive at a point where I could finally feel that distance as longing. The sharp edges have softened, the weird, mutual antagonism is no longer there. Mom just wants to know that I'm happy.
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