A House of Dirty Minds
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When you're young, the adults in your life tell you to take advantage of the world and make it yours. Teachers, parents, older kids, they tell you to be strong, fight, don't let anyone tell you who you can't be, and learn. I seemed to have had my mind elsewhere when these childhood speeches were being presented.
I remember everyone's mouthes moving, telling me it was okay-I'll be okay.
Nothing is okay, and it never will be okay, for a girl who didn't learn to take the world with both hands and make it what she wanted. Not for a girl like me, who sat quietly and did just what she needed to get by.
I was in 4th grade when my mom died.
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