The importance of a mother

I wish I could say that living by myself will make me need my mom less but that’s not true. I need her the most. I need her when I’m sad and want comfort, I need her when I can’t sleep and I need her when I’m scared. I realize how much I need her right now when my head is aching and I need someone who tells me that everything is going to be fine. Someone who can hug me until I stop crying. A phone call isn’t the same but I’m glad that I can hug her soon in a few days.

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Author: Ebba Katherine

My name is Ebba Katherine, I was born in Colombia 1995, I'm writing about my life as adopted with two families.

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