Today

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She had style.  

After she left for work in the morning, I would sometimes sneak out to high school wearing a pair of her platform sandals. They were back in her closet when she got home. 

That's me at seven—my First Communion. The white lace mini-dress must have raised a few eyebrows. 

The little girl pudge around my middle melts my heart. 

My mother and I are having profound conversations lately. We're getting to know each other.

It took a long time. Don't sweat it. Most especially don't force it. Love yourself always.

She did something to liberate me at a young age—put me on the pill with my father screaming bloody murder. 

Stood up to him to protect me. 

A few days ago I asked her why she did it, and she said,

I wanted you to be free.

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Soundtrack - 1970