I realized today that I am a lot like my mother. Her life exists in an aura of vague, extreme, slightly impudent decisions; a kind of dream punctuated by important moments which usually come about completely by accident, often in take-that! type of measures which successfully alter her destiny.
Kind of like how when my father wouldn't let her have a puppy, she thought to herself, Fine! Instead I'll have a baby.
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