I always believed my mother and I were all we had until her will proved otherwise. It wasn’t until I found a letter tucked away in her room that the truth began to surface. I loved my mother deeply.
But never had a father. When I was little and Father’s Day came around, I felt lost. My mother, Margaret, would just say, “It’s always been you and me, Claire.
That’s more than enough.”
I believed her. Or at least I tried to. The problem was that my mother was always distant.
Not cruel or unkind. Just… removed. She cared for me and ensured I had everything I needed.
Yet she never hugged me, and when I cried, she’d pat my shoulder instead of pulling me close. I used to stand in the doorway of her bedroom at night when I was seven. “Mom?” I’d say.
“Yes?”
She’d pause, and something flickered across her face. Then she’d say, “You’re a big girl, Claire. You’ll be fine in your own room.”
I would nod and walk away, pretending it didn’t sting.
She rarely showed up to my school plays. Afterward, she claimed it was because of a migraine. We never had long, heartfelt conversations over tea about life or my relationships.
But when I graduated from college, she was there. She sat stiffly in the bleachers, clapping politely. When I hugged her after the ceremony, she stiffened.
“I’m proud of you.”
It sounded rehearsed. After graduation, I moved to another city for work. I built an independent life.
I worked at a marketing firm, rented a small apartment, and filled my weekends with friends who felt more like family than anyone else ever had. From time to time, I called her and sometimes visited. “How are you feeling?” I would ask on a call.
“I’m fine.”
“How’s the house?”
“It’s the same.”
Our conversations were always short. She never asked much about my life. I eventually accepted it.
Maybe that’s just who she was. Perhaps some mothers just loved quietly.
***
The call came on a Thursday evening. I remember because I’d just arrived home from work.
“Is this Margaret’s daughter, Claire?” a man asked. “Yes.”
“This is Harold, your mother’s attorney. I’m very sorry to inform you that she passed away this afternoon after a long illness.”
I felt the floor tilt beneath me.
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