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What Broke in Us
A mother and a son — a truth that broke something open, the silence that grew in its place, and the fragile, unfinished work of repair.
Before I said anything to her, my mother already knew.
She knew, but she couldn't bear the thought.
She withdrew into silence, into a fear she had no one to share with.
Then she tried to disappear.
I told her once everything had already broken, but maybe the truth is what kept it from ending.
Pain and silence between us became a space where nothing was spoken.
Now she tries to come closer, to mend what broke in us.
And I stand, between grief and anger, between love and the boundary I had to draw.