Missing

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Mid- September, 2009

I wake up early in the morning,

to the bright Arizona sun,

still hot and harsh,

New York, would be fresh and crisp,

not hot and dry, while the leaves change color,

but that's what I get for moving,

In New York mom would never go out at night,

We don't even know where she goes,

but mom and dad fight every night,

because of it.

I run downstairs in search of a mess,

the result out of last night's fight,

like every other morning.

It's clean,

just as we left it last night,

except on the counter in the kitchen,

there are four cereal boxes,

Coco Puffs,

Cherrios,

Lucky Charms,

Frosted Flakes.

That's weird,

and beside them are three bowls,

as well as a note,

Have a great day at school.

-mommy

Now she's not here in the mornings?

Where is she?

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