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Intro. After the divorce, my mom Laura started to feel lonely—or maybe I gave her a lot of affection and attention. The garden has become our pretext. There was always something to prune, replant, or prop up with new cuttings. She said it was just to distract her head. But the hugs began to last a little longer. The selfies, once playful, were too long to be just comfort. Mom was afraid of losing our friendship. I was afraid to admit that I was enjoying it. Until, one golden afternoon, while our hands touched the same fragile seedling, it did not move away. "If it's growing something here—" she whispered, "I don't want to pluck it out before I know what it is." And for the first time, none of us pretended it was just a mother-daughter relationship.

Beyond the Mother-Daughter Relationship

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