Submitted by littlelaurel on September 17, 2007
The Mommy Feeling, Secret Pork Chops, and Stars
Mommy, with silky black hair as thick as a quilt, as long as Rapunzel’s, curled into ringlets that smell like Springtime, so warm and soft to hug when you’re crying, and a voice like a songbird. So I’d get the Mommy Feeling whenever she left. Like that one time when she went to Hawaii, I cried for hours and hours, waiting for her, missing her, and so did my brother. She was gone for only a week, but to me it felt like a decade. We both got the Mommy Feeling. It feels bad. You lose track of time, and all you think about is her. Your heart feels like it is torn in two. It hurts that bad.
Whenever she was with me though, she’d...
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