An unfinished story grown from childhood trauma

When I think of my younger self, I remember a child who missed her mother even when her mother was standing right in front of her. She was physically there, but survival, stress, pain and everything she was carrying created an invisible distance between us. As a child, I didn’t have the language to understand why I felt lonely. I only knew the deep ache of wanting my mother, my brother and myself…

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