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I’d never heard her speak of me in such terms. All she’s ever shown was cruelty, bitterness. But this, this was unsettling. I’d accepted long ago, that I was nothing more than an untimely mistake. Yet to hear her speak in such a, well, a motherly way, was something I had never known. It was hard to comprehend. These were the words of nurture. Is it possible that she may have liked me, or even loved me. After all these years, the words I had longed to hear.

“So there you have it Anna” the voice startling me, as he folded the letter and placed it back in the envelope. “Your mother’s last words and final wishes”.

How dare she get my hopes up, even in death, she needed one last triumph. I felt a dark rage consuming me, it was so intense I could barely speak. Almost inaudibly I replied, “she was never my Mother”.