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My Mom, my youngest and me The other night, I caught myself doing something I swore I’d never do: I yelled at my mom.Yep. The same woman who gave me life, packed my school lunches, and taught me how to parallel park. Here’s the kicker: I wasn’t yelling because she did something terrible. I was yelling because she wouldn’t eat her chicken. Then she immediately asked me if I had a cookie. And I snapped. Cue the guilt. The “what if that’s our last interaction?” spiral. The “dark