this evening, i was sitting on the floor in front of the couch as my husband sat behind me, gently scratching my head and combing through my hair with his fingers. if i closed my eyes and ignored the feel of carpet against my legs, i could have almost believed i was back home sitting in front of my mother in the dining room instead. like i've done dozens of times. her voice talking about whatever, her hands soothing me.
i miss my mommie. it almost made me cry.
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