so this is itNo good can come of that.
MemoryI remember it clearly. Sitting up against the walls on the floor, I prayed. There was no bed in the room, only a stack of comforters upon which my sister slept soundly. She was oblivious to the events that would take place that night. Only four at the time, we never really expect compassion from this innocent girl. She doesn't remember the chaos that took place within the town house.Memory
I was almost ten. Old enough to understand my mother's pain. I was able to support her tears and contribute to the work that needed to be done in the house. Blanket clutched between my fingers, I cracked the bedroom door open to hear downstairs. The
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