Her mouth quivered, tears pooled at its corners -- I thought, “why couldn’t she have been a better person?” Then I turned, and said goodbye to my mother for the last time. Passing through a threshold, her thick lips, unwanted hair, and dark black shaded skin was all I left behind.
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