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I met my biological mother after a while, and she was in a bit of a bad shape. She's alcoholic. My (foster) mother said that it's understandable to feel bad about it. But I didn't, I didn't feel anything. And I feel more bad about that I didn't. I feel kind of disconnected from her. Like, she isn't my mother. And I'm not the child anymore, who was feeling excited to see her after a long time.

I was looking at her like the patients at work. Maybe even less than that. Like from the outside.