i have faint memories of my mother. i really do. she smiled and laughed. she loved me. she loved to take me to the park and show me off to the other women that children had grown up into little crazies that were restless.
one of my clearest memories of my mother was her holding me in her arms. a man that had a suit on and a briefcase was looking over her shoulder, smiling ear to ear. he looked happy. i guess i was happy too. but babies don't really have any emotions, do they? they're more of just little things that have three emotions, sad, happy, and hungry.
my mother had these long blonde curls that matched perfectly with her hazel nut eyes. it was like looking at a goddess.
the man had dark brown hair with grey eyes that danced with silver specks. he was very handsome. i understand why my mom would be so happy around him.
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YOU ARE READING
18 years.
Short Story"I'm strong as hell now. And no one, especially you, will ever, ever hurt me."
