tripplenonnahs
As I looked out the window, I couldn't help but stir at the discomfort within myself. A mid-December day, raining like it's May.
I have worn a pair of overalls since last week. They are worn and tattered, but that's what comes along with life I guess. So much history resides within this one piece of clothing.
The soup dripped from the corner of my mother's mouth. I'll never forget how much I wished she wasn't sick anymore.
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