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Mama's Scapegoat
Mama's Scapegoat
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The phone rang late one evening. My mother was dead, killed by a drug addict she treated better than she treated her own children and grandchildren. Emotionally, I was numb. After a lifetime of her abuse, I felt no emotion. Not love, not hate, nothing. I did my duty by driving over seven-hundred miles and helping my siblings clean a bloody room, empty the house, and make funeral arrangements. I went through the motions and no one knew how I really felt. It's terrible to feel nothing, but I gues…
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  • Year: 2019
  • Pages: 112
  • ISBN-10: 1489726535
  • ISBN-13: 9781489726537
  • Format: 12.7 x 20.3 x 0.7 cm, minkšti viršeliai
  • Language: English
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The phone rang late one evening. My mother was dead, killed by a drug addict she treated better than she treated her own children and grandchildren. Emotionally, I was numb. After a lifetime of her abuse, I felt no emotion. Not love, not hate, nothing. I did my duty by driving over seven-hundred miles and helping my siblings clean a bloody room, empty the house, and make funeral arrangements. I went through the motions and no one knew how I really felt. It's terrible to feel nothing, but I guess that was my way of protecting myself.

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  • Author: Stephanie Rose
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  • Year: 2019
  • Pages: 112
  • ISBN-10: 1489726535
  • ISBN-13: 9781489726537
  • Format: 12.7 x 20.3 x 0.7 cm, minkšti viršeliai
  • Language: English English

The phone rang late one evening. My mother was dead, killed by a drug addict she treated better than she treated her own children and grandchildren. Emotionally, I was numb. After a lifetime of her abuse, I felt no emotion. Not love, not hate, nothing. I did my duty by driving over seven-hundred miles and helping my siblings clean a bloody room, empty the house, and make funeral arrangements. I went through the motions and no one knew how I really felt. It's terrible to feel nothing, but I guess that was my way of protecting myself.

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