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Stephanie Rose (Author)
The phone rang late one evening. My mother was dead, killed by a drug addict she treated better than she treated her own children and grandchildren. Emotionally, I was numb. After a lifetime of her abuse, I felt no emotion. Not love, not hate, nothing. I did my duty by driving over seven-hundred miles and helping my siblings clean a bloody room, empty the house, and make funeral arrangements. I went through the motions and no one knew how I really felt. It’s terrible to feel nothing, but I guess that was my way of protecting myself.
Number of Pages: 112Dimensions: 0.27 x 8 x 5 INPublication Date: December 02, 2019
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