We're all crying. Mom's in her room, the covers ditry with her owned spilled food, her own upchucked produce, draped over her with a box of tissues and running mascara. She's crying because she can't control the emotions that run through her, the thoughts that are there but don't deserve to be. Her voice is cracking, you can hear the tears in her
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