My mother died on Christmas Eve many years ago. I sometimes think of her on Mothers Day, but not in the usual way. I wonder how my life might have been different if my mother had actually loved me. She never knew that I had learned the reason she only gave her love to her first child. That first child was, my embittered aunt once disclosed, a love child–possibly fathered by her own husband.
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