-fifty two-

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i am five years old, so why am i wrinkled?
where's my mother? i swear she was just here a moment ago.
"time for your bath madam."
madam? i'm too young to be called madam, am i not?
i let the woman lead me to the bath.
when i get inside, i see that my skin is vascular and frail. and when i get out there's a stranger in the room. "when are we going home?" i ask the stranger.
"how was your day, mom?"
i don't know this woman, i don't like that she speaks to me like that. i want my mother and i want to go home. but no one is pressed to answer me. the stranger tries to touch my hand and i flinch because i don't know her.
her eyes filling with tears, she gets out of the room. i can hardly remember what is going on but i'm confused.
and i miss my mom. where is she?

-iamnotawriter

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