There's no one around me, just mom, who tries to cover all the scars he left over her entire body.
In college nobody wants to come near me, and being honest.
Would you talk to someone who comes everyday with a new coup on their face?
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Twenty One
Short StoryWhen my mother was pregnant of me I wonder if she hoped, as so many mothers do, that her baby boy grow up to be just like his father.
