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Kate Beckett hated mother’s day. She hated the way it reminded her of the hollow place in her heart that was formed the day her mother was murdered. She hated how much it made her miss her mother. She hated how it reminded her of the hollow place in her life that had yet to be filled by a child of her own. She hated how it reminded her of her ticking biological clock and how the dream of kids of her own might never be a reality. Kate hated mother’s day, how it reminded her of the hollow places.