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And then, after a month of showering my mother with love, I waited for the magic to happen. I expected her walls to crumble. I expected tears, hugs, a confession that she had felt unloved and now felt whole.

“She never slept,” my mother said. “She worked two jobs and still made sure we had clean clothes for school. And you know what? She never once complained. But she also never once asked for help. And we were too young to know we should offer.” After a month of showering my mother with love ...

She’s not rejecting you. She’s protecting a younger version of herself who learned long ago that needing love was dangerous. And then, after a month of showering my

I wanted to fix my mother’s loneliness. But you cannot fix someone who does not believe she is broken. What you can do is witness her. Sit in the room with her armor on. Stop trying to pry it off. Just be there, on the other side of the metal, knocking gently every now and then. “She never slept,” my mother said

“I know,” I said.