You’ll want to go and see the Mother’s Day animation on Google’s home page. There’s such a pure sweetness there that it would almost certainly turn you tender even if you aren’t inclined that way.
It touches down to a deep ache, though, much as a piece of chocolate candy causes a wince when it meets up with tooth decay. There lives within me a dark part where my mother lingers on, where love knows only yearning and memory wants to weep. I nearly drowned in her, my drowning mother, until the day I first held my infant daughter and swam up to the foamy surface of the water and crashed into the light.
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