Constant

I looked over at Mom. She was crying, heavily.

What happened, what’s wrong?

Gina, I am so proud of you.

Bewilderment set in without delay, what have I done, what could she be proud of-
But why?

Rather than naming off accomplishments, being proud of things I have done-
Because you are a beautiful person.

She is proud of what I am, not what I do.

Now that, that is love.

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About ginapeluso

Sometimes I live in Baltimore, other times in Boston. Sylvia Plath is my guru and Tennyson's Ulysses is my sacred text.
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