

MemoirAs my hand curled around the sleek, silver handle of the car door, I suddenly realized what a change had taken place in the still, hot air surrounding my life. I had spent day after day blissfully ignoring the truth that our last summer was rapidly coming to a close. We, three scantily clad girls, piled quickly into the small car, and rolled the windows down to welcome free-flowing air. After backing out of the driveway, we headed for Center Street as the sun slowly faded behind a distant hill in an array of dazzling color. Piercing the clouds with bright rays, fierce light crept through the sky in shades of purple, blue, orange, and pink. ThMemoir


TodayToday was my first christmas pageant. I had a lead role in one of the skits. You promised to be in the front row, watching and beaming. I found Dad's face, Grandma's but never yours. I was six years old. Today I climbed out of the attic and saw your face like that for the fourth time. Bruised, beaten, and slightly purple. It was routine at this point. Another trip to the hospital, another freezing night without a home. I was seven years old. Today I walked through the door to see you balled on the floor sobbing. I rushed to you, questioned you, comforted you. You told me he had left again, thaToday
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