As a footnote – but not a footnote in my heart; it is part
of the main text of my life – for the first time my mother said to me on the
morning I was leaving – I am very sad today. Generally, she would quarrel with
me the day before I am to leave. Quarreling was her way of breaking with me so
she wouldn’t have to feel sad about my leaving. Now her consciousness is in her
heart and she can admit to herself, and me, that she is sad. How much
subterfuge we make (is the correct word?) in keep from admitting and
acknowledging our sadness! I feel that if we could do so, we could prevent
wars, and a lot of heartache.
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