When you were a child, you wanted to grow up and be like your father. It hurts to face the truth that you have grown up and fallen into your mother's shadow in spite of the distance you tried to put between you.
You were supposed to be healing. You are supposed to be repairing your relationship with her, creating a future where you can communicate.
And the world hates you or something, because you had fallen in love. With life, with the world, with a person. And then he died, and you fell into despair, and with it all the healing you had tried to do.
And now that the dust has settled, now that you have had a good cry, and just as importantly sleep, you can see you had reacted the same way. You made yourself so busy in cram school that you didn't have time to think about anything else. And in doing so, let a lot of things go.
You loved him so intensely, and his absence is like a scar, burning in a different way from the absence of your father. So caught up in your grief, you stood alone in a storm, unable to hear any voice calling out to you.
And it hurts now, but in a good. Or at least, better than before, now that you are acknowledging it. Pain is part of the healing process.
And you should at least give your mother an explanation. Try to build something from what once was. It's been awkward, but you would like your future to include a better relationship with your mother. And she's been trying too.
You knock again, and she opens the door. She takes one look at you and starts crying. That sets you off and you start crying too.
She brings you in the house, and slowly wraps her arms around you.
It doesn't matter in this moment that there has been years of bad communication from both ends.
What matters is that she gets it without you saying a word.
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