She was my mom, and I can't remember her as well as I would like to.
I just couldn't comprehend what it meant when someone died, let alone my own mother.
I saw another child at lunch who would get notes, and I went home, sheepishly asking if my mom would do the same.
When I talk about my mom, I don't cry because I'm sad and I miss her.
We look alike, we sound alike, we talk alike.
Persons:
Suzanne, I'm, —, I've
Organizations:
Service