On November 27 1879 I got released from prison. That had been my home for over 20 years. As I got in my taxi I felt ease, like 50 pounds had been dropped off my chest. Hours later I woke up to my house which my mother owned. I got my bags out of the trunk and went inside. I couldn't wait to greet my mother after 25 years. As I ran inside and down the steps to her rocking in her chair, staring at the wall, I hugged her tightly. "Oh momma I missed you." I can't believe I got locked away for 25 years over killing my mother and stuffing her. I just wanted to spend the rest of my life with my mother. Is that so wrong? She's colder than I remember. Her body has received a foul smell. One that makes your nose tense up. But I still climbed in her arms and sang a lullaby.
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