Stories of Work, Part Three; Family [OMG PUBLISHED!]

Feb 12, 2009 13:22

"My daughter is a prostitute," my Mother announces flatly in her thick Russian accent as she enters my bedroom and sinks slowly down to the floor, glass of wine shaking in her hand ( Read more... )

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dgchessman2 February 15 2009, 01:56:09 UTC
Ugh! O__O

There's nothing about a situation like that... noting at ALL that doesn't tear you up inside.

*leaves you a couple of cookies*

I hope you're doing okay. Stuff like that is NEVER easy...

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Time wounds all heels. antithestasia February 15 2009, 23:46:27 UTC
I'm okay by now, it's been a few months. As I said, my Mum and I still talk and stuff. We're alright.

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Mostly fine antithestasia February 20 2009, 21:08:07 UTC
Like I said, we're okay now. I just saw her two days ago and she helped me with my taxes and citizenship. I am a bit worried about her, though, because I can tell she's still coming to grips with it -- to her, it is still a personal tragedy.

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