Looking at this photo of my mother holding her son's daughter I find a lump in my throat and a swelling in my heart. She never got to hold my babies this way. My children will never have the same relationship as this sweet child has with her Mimi.
I will never know what it could have been....should have been. We'll never have shared memories of my childhood with my mother. We'll never NOT know the tragedy of it all. All that was lost. We can't go back "home". I'll always be homesick for a place I've never been. If I could just come in I swear I'll leave wont take nothing but a memory from the house that {didn't} build me. ~ The House That built Me
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