my mother and a mom

a little girl smiled at me today as i walked home, she held hands with her mother, and offered a small wave. when i waved back, i saw the mother stare at her daughter, her pride and joy, just watching her exist because that was enough. i turn a corner and see my house, i am so lucky to have one. but god, how i wished that in those moments, in that house, my mother didn't make me need a mom that was never there.