I couldn’t help but think of my mother today. She died in an accident when I was four. T. Ray says I was the one who killed her, I can’t remember what happened all too well, but I’m sure what he said is true. I won’t tell you what happened though, I don’t want you to think badly of me…Thinking of her has made it a hard day, I miss her, it’s hard not having a mother…Luckily I have Rosaleen.
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