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June 25, 2011
Nobody in my family, except for my father, was capable of saying, "Wow, that was a great job you did!" He did, but it didn't happen nearly often enough for this approval-sponge of a youngest child he produced. But at least he was capable of doing it. He didn't feel that by complimenting somebody else, you lost a part of yourself. My mother, on the other hand, was a completely different story. She couldn't let go of any words of praise or love for fear that she would begin to disappear. Each compliment given leaving an empty space behind.