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Of course, I found my mother at my place when I got home Saturday afternoon from the dance studio.
She had shown up at my apartment more and more over the past few days. Sometimes it was to cook dinner, sometimes it was to cook lunch, sometimes it was to bring groceries, and sometimes it was to clean the place. It was like having a personal maid, and since she wasn’t really trying to talk to me or bothering me, I indulged her. After all, she was feeding me better than I had eaten since I moved out, she was keeping my place clean, and we shared the same blood.
My mother and I had never had an easy relationship. As far as I could remember, she had always been aloof and reserved. I knew she kept stuff from me. I didn’t know anything about my father. Until recently, I had known nothing ab
