Twilight moon across the window at eye level, never so bright like it was a day, up above thousands of feet between two mothers - one mine and others', I feel I'm being loved unconditionally making it difficult to decide where I should fall!
Choosing one's mother wasn't an option, but today it is. Becoming someone else's with ease coz they lent more cushion than your mother's lap isn't being materialistic but realistic. After all, it's your butt!
An unanswerable question always ends within self, everyone's free to select n deselect later just in case! There's no right, no wrong but when it's a mother, there's only one answer... I know, you know and none disagrees!
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