Mom

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At this time of year, before Olly, Mom and I would be playing games, watching movies, and giving each other little gifts. Sometimes I would miss those little moments with Mom. I don't talk to her much anymore. Shortly after I left, she started seeing a psychologist. I look at her reports every so often, and it says she's doing better. I think I have finally forgiven her for taking away my life. 

Forgiven, not forgotten. 

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