My mother entered most spaces with her voice first.
Before you see her, you would have heard her voice – greeting, complimenting, singing, questioning, chastising, or simply just announcing her arrival.
I am the opposite.
Most times, you won’t hear me coming. I move in silence, literally.
She took up spaces with her effervescence, I take up spaces with my “quietness”
None of us is right or wrong per se, we just navigate the world differently.
She has been gone for a few years now, and sometimes I wish I can hear her voice coming through again.
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