A Mother-Daughter Encounter
I sat next to my mom in the kitchen table. Afraid of her response I timidly asked her, “Can I share something with you?” Perhaps she had been waiting to hear from me about my life since I was thirteen years old when I began to build thick high mountains between her and me. She immediately said, “Yes. Tell me. I’m all ears,” to which I felt a door had opened wide open. I said, “I was listening to a preaching on sin and two of my sins were revealed to me. I. Need to honor you as my mom. But. I don’t know how to do that. […]
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