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to struggle。
Resentment gave way to devotion。 I became her faithful servant sunning myself in her glory； she my loyal supporter boosting my fragile self。 It was a friendship made in heaven； forged for life。
Sadly； like many flares burning brightly； hers was not made to last。 Shortly after her nineteenth birthday； without warning； she died。
It struck me then as absurd that； of the two of us； she should be the one who perished； while I was the one who was spared。 I had always regarded her as the one who was privileged； myself as the one deprived。
I thought of my former envy and realised that； since we don’t know what’s in store for any of us； envy is never justified。
A friend of mine had been tyrannised by a formidable mother since the day she was born。 She lived under an emotional terror…reign； where guilt was the main offensive weapon。 It seemed she couldn’t blink an eye without causing her mother to be hurt； upset； annoyed； distressed or worse。
“I can’t take any more；” she told me in despair。 “My whole life is spent apologising to my mother。”
“It has to stop；” I agreed。 “You are an adult independent woman。 It’s time you told her once and for all that her emotions are her own responsibility。 No one has a right to blame others for what they feel。”
She heeded my advice。 The message； apparently； was received with ice…cold equanimity。
Some time later； my friend gave a recital – she is a very talented musician。 Her mother； as usual； attended； and afterwards； with relish； pulled her daughter’s performance to pieces； adding； for good measure； quotes from the audience： scathing； humiliating remarks that she purported to have overheard in the ladies’ room。
Her sweet； gentle daughter burst into tears。 “Mummy；
