She was a mother and leader for your needs, not for your sentiments. I miss my mother because she was a force of nature who read comics and novels, and spent her time poring over medical journals and challenging professors of medicine at dinner parties. She was fascinating to me. I miss my mother because she was complex and made no apologies for it. Her temper was pure and her love undiluted. I miss my mother because the mould was broken and there is no replica.
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