"... then an event occurred that brought everything back into question. I had always put off thinking about a time when my mother would no longer be here. And only now did I realize that so long as I lived I would never again say those simple words: "Hello Mama."
By dying she had taken away my first utterance, the one which formed my security in life.
It is often the one and only betrayal of a mother: to leave without warning."
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