My family is strange.
We dont ever tell each other how we feel. We’re not close. I have no recollection of telling any family member that I love them, or any memory of them saying it to me. I have one memory of my mother and I hugging.
strange. Its not something that makes me sad or whatever, its just a fact, a truth. But then I think about all the things I do remember, because my memory is long and it just makes me ponder these things at 2 am.
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