I hung up the congratulations—my first—right smack in the middle of the bathroom mirror, covering up one of the biggest cracks.
I stepped back and regarded the letter.
As I did, a hundred tiny mes gazed out of the broken mirror, regarding me in turn. For some reason, they reminded me of something strange Mama used to say.
Mama always said that she loved her kids "to pieces."
I didn't know what she meant, back then. But I think I do now.
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HumorHighest Ranking: #1 in Humor [FEATURED, SEPT-OCT] An idealistic poet refuses to budge from the last parcel of land a developer needs to acquire in order to build a shopping mall. (Literary satire with pop culture references and environmental theme...
