Now that my mama has passed away, my Auntie Lolita and my Uncle Harvey have moved in to take care of me. They actually moved in before her death, but it sort of felt like they were just visiting. Now it kind of feels like my mama is just visiting someplace else for a bit. Maybe I've gone crazy and she is. I'm not really so sure of myself anymore, if you want to know the truth. But you probably don't. Uncle Harvey doesn't ever want to hear the truth; he prefers to immerse himself in gin and beer and forget that his sister was ever sick at all.
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The Word of Luke
Teen Fiction"And as I lay there in my room, crickets chirping and the moon glowing, I began to think that maybe he was one of those beautiful things my mama told me about. Those beautiful things that we often forget exist but need to appreciate more." (unedited...
