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Nothing like the love of a mother

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Never said much, just adored me with her eyes.


20 Feb 2021
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Nothing like the love of a mother

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Wat is ’n huis sonder ’n moeder? the cross-stitch in the oppressor’s language told me every time I walked past my gran’s fireplace. Neatly framed, like apartheid. But here’s the thing: mothers are a universal language. Mothers are the glue – and I, maybe for the first time, cry over mine. She died 13 years ago; mad as a hatter. She didn’t know Hubby, my kids, my brother – but she lit up when I walked in. Never said much, just adored me with her eyes. She had Alzheimer’s, they told me then. That’s how they diagnosed all people who...

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