Mrs.Artowa part 2

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I start by mopping the kitchen the little beige tiles keep me occupied. Those tiny squares reminds me of the box I was confined to as a kid. In the ol state of Virginia their on card board box I was left on a door step of a church. Of a nearly falling apart building. Up until age 16 I was mute I didn't speak I was to shy to say anything to anyone, but on one lonely day I went to the silent room and heard the new adoptees chapter telling their stories of abandonment. And I realized I don't want this boring life. I don't.

In an a blink of an eye I finished cleaning and I moved on to the next room and the one after that.

THANX FOR THE 134 READS SO HAPPY I WANT TO REWARD YOU GUYS WITH TWO BOOKS IN THE SAME DAY THX SO MUCH I FEEL GREAT I HAVE MADE IT TO THIS POINT.

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