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Family Feud

I was eight when she first talked about her mother, Thought she was raised and bred by only her father. I had known her father since I was an infant, Thought while growing up, mother was recalcitrant, I couldn’t ask questions before she departed, ‘Twas later I knew she had had her depleted. I knew she had taken her off her memory, ‘Twas her older sister who told me the story. I was told that their mother had abandoned them, Taken off to explore and lace her garment's helm. I was told she faced her work burying motherhood, This in the end took its toll on her and her mood. August 27, 2022.

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