When I was 13, my mother was abducted by a gang of thugs, raped, beaten , and left for dead in a field outside town. My mom didn’t come home that night. That was unusual. Mom always came home, except that one time she got a D.U.I. I was in 8th Grade, and it was a Saturday. I laid around the house, watched TV, ate cereal. The door opened and mom scurried past. It was about noon. “I’m going to bed I need some quiet”, she said as she walked down the hall past the TV room. Around 6 pm [...]
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