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18, screaming that I was controlling, manipulative, draconian, that I was forcing you to be an ideal of my own. Do you know how I burnt out my flame to ignite yours? The little I gained was invested in your future. Success has to be fought for, daughter. The odds can’t just be in your favour.
Your flame danced with no thought of the oxygen or kindling fuel it consumed.
My story is far from glamorous. It is not a rags-to-riches story. I worked nursing shifts at night, worked from home in the morning and took you everywhere you needed to be. I created opportunities for you, and not for myself.
Come back, my daughter, I promise not to interfere with your life again. I just want to see you... to hold you... to hear you...
Love, Mum
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