In a home of polarized figures, I saw my mom as an angel in need of my protection. I truly, with all my heart, believed she was perfect. Despite how false that statement may be, in that faith I found refuge. Does that not make it true, to some degree, if it was so able to save my life? I became as a zombie, leading a life impervious to the whims and affections of others, but her presence granted me grace.
She inspired me to find light in the darkest corners, and to believe in an ever- flawed humanity.
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