1. My Earliest Memory
... tell whether it was of anger or regret. She whispers for me to come with her. I clime down the cold metal bed frame on to the worm carpeted floor to follower her out into the hall. We tip to in order to not wake my siblings. My mother seemed to walk differently. My mother seemed to with pain pulling down on her. We slowly and silently creep up ... threw the hall way to my mother's destroyed room. My mother walks limp like over ... , yells, and tells me her dreams because she has no one else and no matter how painful it ever gets I have and will always lesion when she needs me. I remembe...
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