Tagged: child

this is what we made.

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Where I come from there are no
ifs.
There is the ground and the sky
our feet and our hands.

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Credit: Genevieve Lorenzo

There were times before, and after, but I barely remember the ones in between. There weren’t enough of them.

There was the time we walked home from the store and saw a striped grey kitten in an abandoned lot. It followed us home and my mother didn’t want to keep it. But I kept it anyways. It ate smelly food and I named it Skittles. I never asked how she felt when I insisted on taking it for a walk to the line of stores we called downtown. That was before, when my mother still had her adventures.

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