Growing up, I always wanted a brother or a sister, or two or five...but after my mother passed away a month ago, I soon grew a stronger appreciation for being an only child. Some might say that handling the whole situation might've been easier if I had brothers or sisters to lean on, but I have to disagree. I am sure siblings are fabulous but the relationship that my mom and I shared was unparalleled and especially, during the time that she was suffering from Ovarian Cancer, we grew so close and went through so much together that I'm not sure there would've been room for another person to join in our bond.
Even as time has slowly passed since the day my mom died, I find myself thinking of her everyday. There's certain memories that only she and I share. Certain inside jokes. Certain songs that remind us of each other. It is those types of inner circle memories that remind me of how blessed I was to share those times in a way only I can appreciate.
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