She is our mother. Our flesh nurtured by her many ways of healing. What mother showed me is far from that. It all happened so fast. it felt like I was on a whirlwind being tossed like a dingy in a storm on the ocean. she took me on a journey. An awful one at that. I felt every blow of war. Every time a bomb dropped, it hit me and it come with sounds of terror. I felt her pain. I felt her sorrow. She wants healing too. This made me sad. I cry. PTSD
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