Wednesday, April 11, 2012

A Different Wind

Part 2

          It was 11 years ago when I first saw my mother’s left breasted removed. As a 5-year-old my brain could not comprehend the extent of her illness.  My first five years in elementary school she would vanish in and out of my life like a magic trick. I was too young to understand her situation but my poor grades showed my pain. She was weak, sad, and it seemed as though her skin turned two shades darker every hour. I felt helpless and hopeless ..........

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