If Only
"Mom?"
She asks if she can come in, and I hesitate. Do I really want her to see me like this? Broken, empty, a shell of the person I used to be? But I don't have the energy to argue, so I say, "Yeah." I reach for the music player on my nightstand, turning down the volume to a dull hum. When I finally prop myself up, I see her standing in the doorway, her brown hair cascading down her shoulders, her face creased with concern.
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