My Mum’s My Sister 

I phoned my mother recently. She is a very nice caring lady but for some reason we rarely speak.  I  guess our history is long and complicated, I was told as a child she was my sister and my nan was my mum, although I think underneath I knew the truth. 

It’s amazing how flexible and understanding  children can be,  I just accepted theses strange truths as my norm. 

I had an incredibly happy childhood despite being 
surrounded in a huge untruth. 

Why I don’t speak much to my mother is just due to lack of time…something I really should rectify 

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