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Learning to Love the Rain Again

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Some nights I would have to help her stitch herself up. I was only about five the first time she had me help her. It was hard for me to see that my mom had to do that. I remember once asking her why she doesn't just go to the hospital, she told me that they would take me away from her and I never again questioned it.All Rights Reserved

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