IRE
ns, a quiet, middle-class neighborhood, completely different from
ggled to pull my two large
wo-story house and took a deep br
an excuse-the bakery was busy, or Hale needed me.
amily bakery. My mother was gentle and protective. They never appro
right. I was returning with
oor. Just as I was about to kno
y parent
anger. "... The rent went up again! Our reve
"Richard, keep your voice down!
eir prices too! Everything is getting more exp
oor, my hand hov
ll branch, though its profits were slim, was at least self-su
that hockey player was no good! She put all her energy int
er!" my mother retorted. "S
t playing with her! Look, how long has it been since she
made my chest ache. Guil
fter a hollow love while being comple
ith the child of the man my
hey found out the trut
nt inside
t door. My hand dropped to my side. Hale di
ld door, tears silently
enly opened f
a bag of trash. She saw
suitcases at my feet. The surprise on he
ame softly, her voice fil
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