Momine werde werde/ destan keviri berde/ xwin riya enya zerde/ mominê koç ve rêkir/ runiştî kofi çêkir/ beriyan bêbexti lêkir/ berkê momê beran e/ bari bu hate dane/ momê yara şivane
Şerti birayê mazine/ sond xwarî mal u jine/ mominê dê kujine/ şertê birayê nave/ wi sond xwarî wê gavê/ mominê pavên avê
Qebir kolan nizaran/ girt u dae ber xenceran/ xwînê avêt guharan/ qebrê mominê rêda/ moma çav belek tê da heçî hat pêhnek lê da..
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Full Tree
« When I was young, my mom rounded up my family to take us somewhere to adopt a cat. We ended up falling in love with a pair of cats, a brother and sister that I named Kimi and Chuckie after the redheaded Rugrat and his adopted Parisian (??) sister. As we were adopting them, some rando saw what we were doing and, being the white man that he was,
Sometimes I wonder if my mom is BRAIN DEAD. Then there are days when I know she is.
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So while our mom had refused to pay a cent toward my education, telling me I was eighteen and should start thinking of my own self-sufficiency, our dad had cosigned for Conner’s undergraduate studies.
And yet she still remembers how to sort-of say “I love you.”
I’m sitting on a bar stool with uneven legs opposite a man I no longer love.
Her happiness came at the cost of mine.
But as much as I try to force it away, that romantic part of me is there. And it’s been there for a while.
She’s told me this story so many times before, but here she is wanting to tell it to me again.
How can he not know? How can he never know?
She needed us to be nothing without her.
I laid my head on his shoulder, crying for him because life was so fucking unfair sometimes.
"As you can probably guess, I don’t have a lot of great memories of my mom,” I whispered a little while later.
Lincoln’s entire body flinched, because my mother was someone I never talked about.
But I felt like telling him this; he deserved that at least, when he was so free with his own pain.
“But the grief still comes in waves sometimes, you know? And anger too. Because even though she couldn’t be who I wanted…who I needed…she was still my mom. And maybe she did the best she could, and I just need to accept that—anyways—what I’m trying to say—is that sometimes when it hurts, when it hurts so bad I feel like I can’t breathe, I send her light.”
“You send her…light?” Lincoln asked, clearly confused.
I nodded against his neck. “I think of the happiest things I can, and I picture sending them to her, wherever she is. Every time it hurts, I send her light. I tell her that I hope she’s happy, that I love her…and, that I forgive her. And then I release whatever emotion I’m feeling at that moment, and I send it her way.”
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Mom treasures the moments we eat and watch television together.
"Thank you, Dad."
"What for?"
"Listening to me just now, but also for being there for both me and Mom all those years ago. Thank you for not giving up on her or me, no matter how hard it got."
I smile. "I'd do it again in a heartbeat, Malysh."
