December 2010
knowing.
I just helped Mama put away the dinner left-overs and wash the dishes. It was nice, in a way. Thinking of nothing, focusing solely on the task at hand. It’s like, at that moment, I’m so sure of who I am and why I’m here. I’m my Mama’s daughter and I’m here to help clear up dinner. That’s one reason I’m alive.
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