“It’s done; don’t let her get the best of you

“It’s done; don’t let her get the best of you. Here, wipe your face,” as she reached for her towel. “Come on, let’s do this. You have to. You have no other choice.” She sat me on the toilet and wet the towel. As she wiped my face, I started…

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My piggy bank

“The little pink skeleton was small and cold and its flowers were made of four circles with a stem, like one doodles on paper when they don’t know how to make a distinguishable flower, like a rose or an iris. The brushed pink and blotted, purple flowers have never cracked…

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