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ould describe myself to be in. To make it worse, they stopped by our houses and spoke to mama as if she lost her husband. Do you know what my m

ear start as crappy as this? Why didn't it wait for mid-year? As you know, when people were busy with their lives and all that? It was s

side, she would. If not, then fine. The situation reminded me of four years ago when my mama lost her taste bud, she had announced it to everyone in our hometo

ed my mama to sweetly tell me I wouldn't end up being like her. I wasn't saying I hated my mama a

one to know my predicament. I was not into supernatural things, but I think the more she told everyone, the more it was getting worse. You know

ng as the way she was showing me was, maybe it was the only thing she knew. I was going to let her be, dive

o was I

h myself. Too bad for me, I haven't gotten the time to process it, I was holding onto the part that, one morning

aid as she took a biscuit from the di

ur biscuits, will you open the

't she slap me across my face? For

s hometown of nosy people who cared for themselves more than anyone else. When I thought of asking mama

She began talking through hiccups, mumbling how sorry she was I took her genes, h

to her. I was mystified by how the blame suddenly turned out to be mine. It was about her a

ad all her weight on my knees and it

dinged," I said, hop

whispered into my ear, my breath hitched, and I swore, I was ready to listen to mama's wise words, all I

en a woman grabbed her tiny waist, she pressed her head agains

, and they still came. Even the people who left the city to come home for the festival in their ho

ty and out of breath. "I am surpris

live I sai

igh and dry. Seriously, was I dead when my mama asked me to go to the hospital? Other than the usual, "can you tast

ied it would help,

ospital, will you

. I knew it was unhealthy of me to push down my feelings bu