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Early Sunday morning with my brother and Mommy.

She's been sad about my absence at home and in her life, where in recent days I've found most of my hours spent at work. So I suggested a breakfast together today.
My mother, she's the lady who singlehandedly raised all of us, four kids and a household to run— she did it all. But over the years as life is and as it so often happens, she's built a stone wall of regrets, resentment and hurts around her heart. It tends to be frustrating to carry out a conversation with her these days. Her negativity digs deep, with most of it directed at me.
Before breakfast even began, one of her comments about my lack of presence at home left me seething in anger. And as I was just about to rebuke back, my little sister messaged to remind me to love the shit out of anger. So I did. Let it go, put on a smile, prayed.

You learn that you don't put out fire with fire. You douse it with a good dose of overflowing love. You say a prayer when the food arrives for it to enter and heal and unite. And you let go of dated hurts and binding mindsets. You learn to love the shit out of anger. And then you eat, and let food and breakfasts and Sundays do their magic. They can really heal.