I try to tell mum my day, recount the touching things that happened to me today, things that I felt were important and that I wanted and needed to share.
But she is too weak to listen, and it was as if she my encounter with my professor did not even register with her. "Ok, go to sleep. It's late..." And the phone hung up.
That hurt. Maybe it was not important or meaningful to her or anyone else, but I thought telling her about how my professor reassured me and encouraged me would make her feel at ease. I thought she would be happy for me, and in turn that she would have something to be happy about during the day. But the story seemed to be so quickly dismissed...
I cannot describe why it makes me so sad. So very sad...
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