“The deepest wounds are not those seen on the skin, but the ones left in silence, in the love that was never given, and the words that were never spoken.”
~ Zoë Kaià

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With my mom, we didn't bond or talk that much, the “You are enough and you are loved by me” was not in her vocabulary, I wish we had that conversation where there is no scolding and shouting, I wish we had that mother and daughter relationship that everyone adores, but every time I made a move close to her, she pushes me away, sometimes I wish the one who didn't survive to her tummy, but why is she like that to me? Instead of love, she abused and...