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Weekly Contest #339
I rarely ever called her. Not because I hated my mother, but because I couldn’t bear the pain that came with it. Seeing her face on Face-time, or hearing her voice, each call was a reminder of what I left behind, of her absence, and of my guilt for learning how to live without her. The person on the other side was both familiar and unreachable. What haunted me the most wasn’t the years apart, it was how easily silence became a routine. I sat by the airplane window, staring into the sea, watching the waves crash onto the land below. My hands...
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