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  • My mother is not one for carrying on. She doesn't like grand social gestures or public displays of affection, even platonic ones. When I was a teenager, she would admonish me for calling my friends, "sweetie", "honey", or even "girl". She addressed people by name. Pet names and nicknames and endearments we're "too familiar" and inappropriate, a vulgar way to express myself. Not the way to make your regard known.

    But she knows how to let people know that they're special to her. With her hands and paint, metal, clay, anything really, she's very direct.
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