Chapter 17 Drifting Away

• In my right ear, there is a long, annoying beep that I dare not even move a little, let alone touch my affected part. Because the woman who gave me life has left me unable to move.
• My mother is not the type of woman who uses violence to teach a lesson. My family usually talks things out or, in the worst case, threatens, but never hits. The times my mother hit me, it was in jest.
• That is, walking near her and getting a playful spank, or hitting my arm because she's laughing too hard, or nudging me on the side with her elbow to snap me out of my thoughts.