Her gaze was of a penetrating sort. They always were like that. She saw through everything and knew the tiniest bit of detail as anyone I ever knew. Her eyes were like a hawk. They followed you and you just knew they were there. When I was a kid my friends use to joke that she was a ninja of a sort. When I got into trouble she knew. When I bullied my neighbors’ dog into the street while traffic was at full force killing the poor thing, she knew. When my teachers would yell at me for not doing something like I was told, she knew.
My mom was the assortment of different kinds of things. I bet your mom is too. After all mothers’ can see through thine’s heart.
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