"It’s been three years now since my mother’s death, and I’m still wondering why I haven’t spoken with her in so long. There’s a feeling of unreality about the whole thing; it’s hard to believe that someone so loved, so deeply a part of who I am, could disappear, could fall so utterly silent in my life. I wonder why I haven’t picked up the phone. It must be that I’m becoming a bad daughter. There is no other reasonable explanation."More: Literary Hub
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