It’s a piece about a woman who has seen hell, fights the darkness every day, but comes out stronger each time she battles. If you are her daughter, please call her. I’ve seen the crushing hurt this does to her soul that you aren’t there. It hurts my soul to feel her pain. We all have one, only one, shot at life. She wants to be in your life, but respects your boundaries. She’s glad that you are happy, as most parents do, but it tears her up inside that she can’t be a part of your life. There’s two sides to every story, I’m sure, based on what I know of your mother, that you are not getting the full story. Please, call her.