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I walk further into to the dark gray mud room. I take a deep scatter breath and then I turn in to our living filled with books, teo computers, three chairs including my fathers old chair thet no one sits in any more I take a few seconds staring at the old and rugged chair only three feet from me. I take a big breath again l. I'm not worried she will hurt me at least I dont think she will. She accefently gave me a small bruise once.
I say "hey mom I'm home"
No replie as I expected. I walking to the kitchen floor and look up there she is blond pinky cut with gorgeous abern eyes like mine. I got dads hair and her eyes. She is slouched way backwards holding the top of the sharp broken brown glass buddle. The rest of the bottle it only a few inches from her feet but shattered. I let her know um home again.
she replied with"haj ok k"
Breath I say in my head
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