We had a sort of show and tell.
The teacher sent home a cloth bag, and students brought an item from home, their parents wrote a clue, and the class guessed what was in it.
When it was my turn, I asked my mom to make it extra hard.
The teacher said everyone else's items had been too easy to guess.
My mom selected some obscure kitchen tool from a drawer and scribbled a clue on a 3x5 index card.
And I was thrilled.
"No one's going to get it." I told the teacher.
She read the clue, and as I'd hoped, my classmates couldn't guess it.
I bounced on my little carpet square when with a flourish, she pulled out my mystery item.
But her smile fell..."Oh, you made this impossible."
I walked alongside her as she passed me my item to take home.
Filled with pride, I smiled, "I made it hard to guess like you said."
She stared down at me.
"Yes, I said that, but you made it so no one could guess."
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What My Mother Forgot
Non-FictionBefore reading this, you should know... This is not a happy story. There is no happy ending. Simply put, this is a chronological account of the abuse, neglect, and bullying I suffered at the hands of loved ones from birth to 17 years old. It does no...
