napa-ily mama ako after 🥲
I was supposed to finish rereading this book last week, just in time for mother’s day, but I only got the time today. Haha. I first read this back in high school/college, and wow… it hits so differently now that I’m in my 30s, with separated parents and living away from home.
Grabe, I had so many realizations while reading, and I ended up sobbing in the cafe after. I kept thinking about all the times my mother stood up for me, while I spent so much of my life longing for my father’s love.
“She loved me coming and going, at my worst and at my best. She had a bottomless well of love for me.
Her only flaw was that she didn’t make me work for it.
You see, here’s my theory: Kids chase the love that eludes them, and for me, that was my father’s love. He kept it tucked away, like papers in a briefcase. And I kept trying to get in there.”