We danced. Two clumsy people in a too-small kitchen, stepping on each other’s feet, laughing like teenagers. There was no audience. There was no reason. There was just love, abundant, ridiculous, long-overdue love.
Without looking up, she said: “I don’t know how to let people love me. It feels like losing.” After a month of showering my mother with love ...
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