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当我成为母亲的那一天 The day I became a mom was not the day my daughter was born， but seven years later. Up until that day， I had been too busy trying to survive my abusive marriage. I had spent all my energy trying to run a “perfect” home， and I didn’t see that my baby girl had become a toddler. I’d tried endlessly to please someone who could never be pleased and suddenly realized that the years had slipped by and could never be recaptured. Oh， I had done the normal “motherly” things， like making sure my daughter got to ballet and tap and gym lessons. I went to all of her recitals and school co