Opinion | A New Mother, an Old Mother, a Love Story

I was 8 when my mother died.She died at 35 of breast cancer, though it would be years before I knew that.Over time, I developed the belief that because she was dead, certain knowledge eluded me.If I had a mother, I'd think, I'd know how to walk in heels and sit like a girl.I'd know what to carry in a purse or how to operate a curling iron.

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