Without Connection

How much do I long for a heart-washing, heart-renewing reconciliation story? But every time I see my mother, every time I talk to her, I am reminded that my life-long fantasy will not come true. I try to reach out to her, to connect with her, but my mother cannot change. I can reach, I try to reach, but her arm is not able to rise. Her heart is not able to rise.

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