“She’s the mother. No matter how bad her boy is, she still loves her son.” Uncle Ben told me about “Minh” the last time we visited for three hours.
It’s true. I see it here at the home front. While the boy lived under this roof, the Maw would try to get through his thick skull full of mush. Although some mother really sound awfully mean and unloving, usually the one they fight with the most is well connected at heart. Anyway, that’s my take: fighting for a love not receprocated. Yeah. That’s the ticket.
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