My Mother

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When I was a child, sometimes I would wake up in the middle of the night and find my mother sitting on the edge of my bed. I would begin to say something, but she would put her finger to her lips to shush me.

 Every time I would start to cry and when she would hear my father coming down the hall, she would slip silently off the bed onto all fours and crawl back into the closet

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