Power
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Last published Tue, Oct 6, 2020
No, no, please don't go, mommy please, mom... no!" I reach for her hand but she just looks at me, my dad sitting on the couch while my mom drags her bags into her car, my dad looking unbothered as ever. I call for my mother but she slowly starts fading, first her hands, then her legs "mommy no!" And before I know it, she's gone.
I'm waken up by a migraine caused by the nightmare I just had. This is gonna be a very long day
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