The Whole Picture

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My dad grieved for a while. He was always so sad. He would come home from work, sit down on the couch, watch TV until 9:00 pm, and then go to his room. I had to make every meal. I had to clean the house. I basically took mom's place.

No, I was not as graceful, kind, beautiful, or motherly as my mother, but I did the housework and cooking like a mother would do... or a wife because I wasn't taking care of kids. I miss my mother. She was always so peaceful. Everyone was always happy in our house. But it changed after she died. Its as if all of the happiness died with her.

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