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She wanted to keep me as close to her as she possibly could.
She was a single mom and I was her only child.
And we didn't have much family.
It was like a dream of hers to send me to college.
She'd say she was going to sell all her cameras to help pay for tuition.
She was a photographer.
On my 18th birthday she gave me her favorite camera.
She taught me how to use it.
Though I never actually did.
Though I never actually did.
I was always distracted.
Focused on chasing things I thought I wanted.
Sometimes she'd put on makeup and dress up for me so I could take her picture.
But I'd always brush her off until her I was busy.
I never took a single picture of her.
Instead I put my efforts into looking for a full-time job so my boyfriend and I could get our own place.
And we did.
But we broke up a few months later.
Then one night I received a call from the hospital.
They said she died from pancreatic cancer.
She kept it a secret from me.
Mom, mom, mom.
You were the first angel I ever met.
My healer, my teacher, my protector.
I was fortunate to be yours.
Even if it was just for a rippling time.
And though I separated from you, I hoped to become just like you.
Without you, I am not more free.
Without you, I wander aimlessly.
Without you, my world has no atmosphere.
I miss your graceful touch, your delicate voice, your sweet smell.
I miss you terribly.
I miss you.
I miss you.
