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I can see my my mothers familiar afro peaking over the edge of the casket from where I'm sitting in the church. The service was short and sweet, I don't have any family members and the child services lady told me that she would wait outside. That I should take my time with my mom. She reached for my hands to comfort me but I pushed them underneath myself and kept my eyes downcast. I know I'm a kid, but I was smart enough to know that with my emotions running free my curse would be as well.

My mother had learned that the hard way.