Prologue

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This year, it’s the same message. “Love you. Your mother, Jane Stone.” She lives all the way in North Carolina, I only see her once a year, and all she can say is “Love you”. She only comes to see me on Mother’s day. The day I’m forced to give her a gift and a card. We usually go to a fancy restaurant with my dad. It’s the only day in the year we’re all together. Normally I live with my dad in California. I go to school everyday, do homework, hang out with friends, sleep, repeat. I talk to my mom on the phone, and go to church on Sundays; that’s the only exciting thing in my life.

Today is my birthday. I plan on going to school, and directly after, going bowling with my friends. I haven’t told my dad yet, but he probably doesn’t have better plans. On my birthday, he usually bakes a cake, has a few beers, eats a slice, goes to sleep, and leaves me to have it by myself. So basically I’m used to being on my own.

I put the Walmart card down, and head to the shower. For my life, today will be pretty exciting.

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