Mom always promised me things that she never delivered. Perhaps she never intended to. Perhaps she was just going through the motions, offering us things that children were supposed to want, treating it as ritual, not reality.
I don't hold it against her.
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She did not dash my hopes, nor did she disappoint me. She taught me how to dream.
(Problem: telling me about her her house dream: If its met, "what will she dream of now?" so she PUTS IT OFF just so she can keep dreaming of SOMETHING)