One very strong memory I have from childhood is sitting on the floor gazing up at my mother whenever she was getting ready to go out of the house to work. I don’t really remember her going any other place unless it was the grocery store or accompanying us to school to see us play in the band or do some activity. I don’t ever remember her going out for dinner with my dad or lunch dates with friends. I don’t recall ever seeing her go out to shop for herself.
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