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"It itches because it's healing, kid. You gotta stop scratching or they are gonna leave a mark." She finished setting the table while she let the meaning of her word sink on the teenager that was sitting next to her.
"What do you mean? '' she instinctively pulled at the hem of her sleeves and crossed her arms.
With a sight zulema looked her in the eyes with a look so soft and understanding that fatima felt her own fill with tears she wouldn't let go. "Because I've done it too. You don't have to hide them around here but you do need to know that there are different ways of dealing with your emotions, I've seen you, i know it happens when you're more frustrated and.. it's okay" she reached to wipe a tear from her daughter's cheek while she let hers run freely.
"I'm sorry I'm hurting you, mom, i really didn't know what to do and i was so tired, i just needed to be able to breathe for a bit, i know i mes—"
Fatima was interrupted by a strong hug "You're not hurting me, kid. What hurts me is that i know how much you're feeling and that i can't really do anything but be by your side, just please don't hide it, i can always tell"
She breathed the scent from her mother and finally felt free from so much pain and anguish.
"Love you ma"
"Love you too kid, now let's go eat" zulema gave her daughter a kiss on the nose, like she used to do when Fatima was a child, and went to get the already cold lasagna.