I wanted to run away from home when I was 15. My best friend, Lucy, and I were going to do this together. I wrote a long letter to my mother, explaining my unhappiness at home and my strong desire to leave and be done with my life as a daughter. My mother, at her wit's end, called my grandmother and asked her to come and talk to me. After this talk, the tension was relieved and I did not run away. It's a straightforward story of a temper tantrum and a parent unsure how to deal with teenage angst.
Unfortunately, I have no recollection of this event ever happening. None. I asked Lucy if she remembers it and she could not either. For Lucy and me it was a passing storm, over and forgotten.
As it turns out though, it's one of those moments in my mother's life infused with meaning that I do not wholly understand.
-to be continued-
Unfortunately, I have no recollection of this event ever happening. None. I asked Lucy if she remembers it and she could not either. For Lucy and me it was a passing storm, over and forgotten.
As it turns out though, it's one of those moments in my mother's life infused with meaning that I do not wholly understand.
-to be continued-
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