Six weeks. Six long weeks.
Everything was perfect, mom had cleaned herself up, and we were great. The house was so much brighter, the house was spotless, the curtains opened, shedding light on the newly lit freedom. A sweet aroma spreading throughout. It was so perfect. We were happy. And I was happy. I really thought things were changing.
But then Richard came. He begged, and he pleaded claiming he loved her. All that had happened was just a fluke. That it was never going to happen again.
And my mother?
She believed him
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This Is My Goodbye
Krótkie Opowiadania"She was like a star, nothing but a beautiful echo of death" Ultimately I had to choose an escape from my past. For years, the constant weight of what they all did, has brought me to my knees, I forgive those who have wronged me. And accept judgemen...
