Mom’s Bedroom

In mom’s bedroom, no light on, mom was whispering near the vanity. I was grabbing at her valuables, shiny things and old things, the ones I could reach with my very small hands. “Shhh, dad is asleep.” Fastening on something, I looked at the broad wings and the petite female head — an alabaster figurine. She… Continue reading Mom’s Bedroom

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