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The look on her face—confusion, then a flicker of fear—should have snapped me out of it. But it didn't. I just felt… empty. I had spent years building the identity of "Mom the Provider," and in that moment, the scaffolding collapsed.

We ate pizza on the couch. We left the mess in the kitchen. The dog threw up again (different spot). And for the first time in a long time, I laughed. mom pov sandra

I sat down on the couch. I pulled my knees to my chest and stared at the blank TV. The look on her face—confusion, then a flicker