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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required In my life of sixty-five years, I kept a few secrets, some I still do today. There is one secret that I've held onto for the longest time. Keeping my silence was easy because it was one that I withheld from my dear mother for so many years. You see, my parents raised me and my six other siblings in a small three-bedroom house in a community that was built for WW2 soldiers and vets. My father worked at General Motors when he got back from the war, while my mother stayed home tending to all of us rascals and getting us off to school. At night, when dad came home, mother would go to work as a waitress at the local diner. As you can probably imagine, it was a struggle for them financially just to keep up with the mortgage and the rest of the bills constantly. One day, while my dad was working on the assembly line, he accidentally got his sleeve caught in one of the conveyor belts, and it sucked his arm into it, breaking his arm in several places. It was terrible timing because at the time it happened, the mortgage was almost due, and his checks covered most of the payment. My father enjoyed working with his hands a lot, and with that being said on the weekends or in his spare time, he would make things out of wood and sell them at the local so-called flea market in our hometown. He made chairs, benches, figurines, baseball bats, and many other knick-knacks and other whatchamacallits. But on top of breaking his arm, two weeks later, he fell ill and ended up with pneumonia, so he was out of commission for a few weeks. Mother worked double shifts just to try to make ends meet, but that just didn't cut it. I was twelve years young at the time, and I contributed some of my newspaper route earnings to help. My two older siblings contributed some, too, but that still didn't make the grade. On the weekends, I secretly took some of my dad's objects that he made and sold them to my friends and their parents for pennies (sort of speak). Somehow, with everyone adding to the pot, we were able to pay the bills until my dad was back on his feet. When mom fell ill some twenty years later, I told her about my little secret. She held my hand in hers and with tears in her eyes, she said to me- "Now I will tell you a secret," and with her meek soft voice she quietly whispered..."We knew you did, son." keeping tradition the apple fell from the tree secrets unfolded
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