To Indiana
This morning I drove my mom to the airport, knowing that her Indiana journey was going to be flooded with conflicting emotions. It was early like 6:45 AM, and I had been up for an hour already, struggling with my own internal turmoil from the night before; my mom running around in a frenzy, trying to find a picture of my grandmother with her beloved pup. When I finally remembered where it was, she realized it was just a piece of paper, not an actual print - but still put it in her bag. As we drove to the airport, she murmured “well, I guess she wasn't always good at expressing her emotions, but she certainly did love that dog”. My chest tightened as I thought about all the times my grandma had told me how much she loved me - yet never told my mom the same thing.
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