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I was four years old and my mother was the most beautiful woman in the world.
She was much taller than me, and I felt very tiny next to her, especially when we compared feet and she tickled my toes. I loved her hair, which was long and which I loved to watch her dry, and she had a smiling laugh, bright blue eyes and straight white teeth. I remember being very young and showering with her and wishing, hoping that I would be like her when I grew up. Even the water seemed to run over her skin and through her hair like it was made of magic. She was flawless.
I remember her reading me a book about whales. I watched videos about them, too. They sang in the deep, the book said. The blubber meant dolphins and whales were more buoyant…follow me to Women from the Blog for the rest of the story.