After You’ve Gone

After years of mutual bickering and shirty jibes, I view my mother Syb and I as being very different.  I am like my Dad, I think to myself.  But at a ripe old age Syb dies and I come to the very shocking realisation that …

I am my mother.

2015-08-21

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