Counting Laughs

Counting Laughs

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My mama grew up in Communist China and was unable to go to school for 10 years. Instead, she worked in a labor camp until she was able to study enough to get into college and finally come to the United States with a little bit of money and no knowledge of English. She's been a restaurant owner, a mail carrier, and a cook. She's had many obstacles and has overcome them all. My mama is one fierce woman. Written for the e.l.f. #EyesLipsFierce contest.
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[COMPLETE] I looked at my mom's blue eyes. They held love. Her kind of love. Empty yet full of all her emotions at the same time. It was hard to explain. While her face remained calm, her eyes screamed of fear, joy, anger, love, sadness, pleasure and hatred. She didn't flinch. The traces of emotion rested within her blue irises and her black pupils. Those were the parts that held her screaming soul. Her raging spirit. Her crying mind. A child who had to grow into a woman she did not want to be. She raised the gun toward me. Warning. This story contains: - Abuse - Drug abuse - Violence - Kidnapping - Rape - Explicit descriptions

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