Today is the day my mother and I are finally moving out of California. This hot weather and no safe water makes me feel dirty. I don't mind starting my life all over again, it was pretty awful in California anyway.
When I was three my dad left my mother and me, after he went in depression of losing his grandmother, who basically raised him like a son. I wished I got to know him, but at the same time Im glad I didn't, or I would be as broken as my mother was. My mother still to this day, after 13 years, doesn't feel like looking for a boyfriend, not even going to mention husband. Her and I is everyone in our team, and we're doing pretty fine.
|5AM:| I'm cleaning my room and the attic, so many pictures hidden in some old dusty boxes. I'm pretty sure my mother threw out all my father's pictures. Every photo is just my mother and me, on our late night adventures and our vacations, and this one bamout of my face covered in chocolate ice cream when we went to Disney Land, but there's this one picture that I think its me, but there's also another little girl. It was obviously taken in a park 5miles from here, more like a barrio park, Im guessing the one thats me, is the little girl sitting down on the grass curled up, sad looking actually. And the other little girl with brown hair, holding a little box, of candy I assume, trying to comfort me, with food, Hah, I was a little fattie back then too.
*Mother comes in* "You've been up since 5am, I don't want to shut down your little cleaning obsession so soon, but I'd like to get some sleep for my pimples so can you please quite down."
And that's my mother's way of saying goodmorning.
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Lesbian Odyssey.
RomanceA photograph, lost for years, until it was found in the hands of one of the younglings in the photo. See how she grows up, and how that photograph was defining her life all along.
