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Chapter 7 A new home or a hell hole

  • Wait a minute, a Son; I kept on hearing ringing within my ears. She had a son; I thought curiously.
  • All these years I had never heard her said anything about having a son. It's always about her dead beautiful daughter. My mom.
  • I didn't know why it upset me so badly of hearing that she had a son. She didn’t love me nor ever hold a decent conversation with me, anyway. She's always hitting me or describing me badly.
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