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"    There I was, cell phone in hand, getting ready to call my parents. First I dialed one number and then hung up. Then four. On the third try, I got to ten and hung up before it started ringing. Deep breath, K. You can do this. Just call. 1-2-3-4-5-6-7-8-9-10, ring, ring, Don't hang up, K. Don't hang up.\"Hello?\" It was my mother's singsong voice that she uses until she knows who's on the other end. \"Hi Mom,\" I said. \"It's K.\" \"Oh! K!\" she sounded flustered. \"So good to hear from you.\" Now it was my turn to be flustered. \"Thanks. And um, thanks for calling about the show. That was really nice.\" \n\tAdvertisement - Continue Reading Below\n\t\n\n\"Oh K., the phone was ringing off the hook. The whole neighborhood was watching.\" \n\nI laughed. \"I'm so proud of you, honey,\" she said. \"You were wonderful.\" My eyes started to fill up with tears, and my throat closed up. Here was my mother, telling me what I'd waited my whole life to hear her say to me, and it was just too much. \"K?\" she asked tentatively. \"Are you still there?\" \"Yes,\" I said, stifling a sob. \"But someone just rang my doorbell. I think my food is here. I, uh, have to go.\" I pulled myself together and called Little Brother. \"Are you okay?\" he asked, concerned, when he heard my voice. \"What happened?\" \"Just talked to Mom. I'm having a meltdown.\" LB and I spent two hours on the phone, and he witnessed my entire range of emotions. *First, I was thankful that I finally felt like she loved me and was proud of me. *Then I was angry because she waited so long to show me. If she had done that a long time ago, maybe I wouldn't have grown up feeling like I was never good enough. *Then I was confused -- what changed? *Then, finally, I was sad, because part of me feels like it's too late to repair all the damage years of not communicating (me) and criticizing (her) has done. And LB was great. He didn't pull any of his usual, \"Whatever, our mother sucks\" stuff that he usually does. When I was finally done crying, and swearing, and asking questions that had no answers, he surprised me. \"You know K., I hate to say it, but she's trying.\" \"What's with the change of heart?\" \"She's been calling me, too,\" he said. \"I've been going through some of the same stuff.\" \"Why didn't you call me?\" \"I'm not like you,\" he explained. \"I internalize everything. I'm not going to call you all sobbing and crap.\" \"Was there sobbing?\" \"No.\" \"Liar.\"\"Anyway,\" he said, ignoring me. \"I'm going to give her a break. For now. You?\" \"I'm going to try,\" I said, and meant it. \"You think we're ever going to get the story on what the hell happened to her?\" \"Probably not.\" We got off the phone, and I decided that whatever happened, happened. I'm ready to move forward. Not that I have the faintest idea of how to even start, but I'll probably figure it out."^^<http://www.w3.org/2001/XMLSchema#string>
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