When a child is the most thirsty, is it food or a mother's love? "A mother and a daughter are the most terrifying union imaginable" I can understand, but I can't really understand it emotionally. When my daughter growled and complained about her mother, I could understand every complaint she made, what her mother had done to her, and how much psychological trauma her mother's actions had caused her, but I still couldn't feel her daughter's feelings. Pain, but kept defending his mother in his heart. Until my mother said, "When I was a child, my parents never touched me, whether it was caressing or punishing, they never touched me, and I didn't know anything about love." I was suddenly relieved: what my mother did was really There is a reason. In fact, my identity is not a mother, but a daughter. But I've always been on my mother's side, probably because I've been on my mother's side since I was a kid. I am hostile to anyone who may have hurt her or hurt her, including my father. I also know that, in fact, since childhood, I must have been one of the people who hurt her. But I believe that my mother never cared or remembered the hurts, just like I can't remember any of the hurts my mother might have done to me at all. I suddenly realized that the older I grow up, the more and more I look like my mother, or in other words, the more I yearn to be like a mother. Tolerant, strong, optimistic, hard-working, kind, hardly complaining, just living life seriously... If everyone has an ideal image in their heart... ideal parents, ideal daughters, ideal lovers, ideal friends ...then my mother is my ideal mother. It's just that I may love my mother too much. It can be said that if there is only one person I have loved in my life, it is my mother. So, even though I like to talk about love, I never really loved anyone after that. In the third grade of elementary school, I made a wish: if one day my mother died, I would go with her. I can't imagine what the world would be without her. Now, it's been 15 years since my mother passed away, and I'm still alive by myself. But I still remember the fear of losing her.
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