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Triumph

Easter 2011. Softball gloves and a softball. That's what I had in my basket, along with the usual Easter candy. But that year was a particularly rough year to live with my mother. Wild, running around, leaving me alone, drugs, rage. All the things she was and did. I was only 10. My only rational to this was to keep quiet and not say anything to father, this was what she told me, anyways.
Easter 2011.
I didn't want those gloves, or ball. I wanted my mother. But I hated her. So I did what any bratty 10 year old would do.
I threw the gloves into the corn field out back, along with the ball, screaming as I did so.
I was a good thrower, so they went far enough that no one could find them.
This was how I thought to get back at her. Waste the thirty dollars she used to buy me those things.
A week later, the corn in the field was harvested, and the glove and ball most likely torn up.
I sigh, looking out the window as I thought to myself. If only I knew.
If only I knew...