I awake from my mid-day slumber and shuffle to the bathroom. My mom hearing my footsteps makes her way up the stairs. We meet in the kitchen. She looks at me and without a word exchanged wraps me tight in her arms. There we stood in the kitchen for nearly 5 minutes, silently embracing. Tears slide down my cheek onto my mother’s jacket; I break free and she just looks at me with her kind green eyes. How do I tell her? The silence continues as I pick my nails. After what seems like an eternity, I utter the words “I threw up today”. I can see the pain in her eyes as she pulls me in tightly for the second time. Here I am almost 20 years old reduced to tears in my mother’s arms. Will I ever get better?
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