Some bikers were painting my mother’s house pink after she died at 4 a.m., and I didn’t know any of them.Some bikers were painting my mother’s house pink after she died at 4 a.m., and I didn’t know any of them.

alongside sadness and somehow makes it more bearable.

I realized, in that moment, that there was so much about my mother’s life I hadn’t fully seen. Not because she hid it, but because I hadn’t thought to look.

We tend to think we know the people closest to us completely. But the truth is, everyone has entire worlds we only glimpse pieces of.

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