I remember one day in particular. Call it the turning point. My father had called, informing me that my childhood dog had passed away, run over by a car. She noticed I was upset, she might have even asked what was wrong, but whether or not I told her, I doubt she remembers. Instead, she delved into her problems, and I fell into my now defined role of listening, comforting. When she leaned on my shoulder that day I felt it all pour onto me. I loved her, I wanted her to be happy, but there are only so many times you can tell someone the same thing before you realize that they're not listening. You realize the difference between need and love. Of course, I always wonder if it could have been different.
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