Thursday, September 11, 2008

100 Words - 8

My mother shakes me awake…she grabs my hand and leads me to the television. My father and brother had already been at work for hours. Even though I was a teenager at this point, I sat in her lap and she braided my hair as she murmured prayers. I don’t recall truly understanding what was happening until she turned me around and told me that this world had become more evil than she could have imagined. She then apologized for being so selfish… for bringing me into this world. I’ll never forget the taste of her tears on that day.

--from Anonymous

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