We would be okay.
Cotton helped with the bags. I put on sad music and watched my mama move gracefully around her kitchen. And I came to appreciate her too, as her own person, as someone I could love separately from our roles of mother-daughter. It was a start.
Together we shared the evening and a meal. We got to know each other in these new roles, feeling them out and discovering how they fit. It was a relief to know that I could grow and change and still come back home. That I could be my own person and my mother's daughter at the same time. Cotton was there, at my side all the while, happiness and pride radiating from his whole being. I let myself get lost in his smiles, his sharp blue eyes, his hand holding mine. I fell in love with all of him, even the dark parts. And I let him love all of me, even the broken bits. Together we were stronger.
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