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Submitted to Contest #203
“Who is that?” Ben had asked me. My ears turned red from embarrassment as the slow recognition kicked in. She walked, no, stumbled more like, to our table falling into the centerpieces along the way. I always wished to see my mother again. I just never imagined it would be like this. How could she show her face, drunk, clearly on drugs, and on my wedding day no less? I didn’t even recognize her when she barged in. “If it isn’t my little one.” she hiccupped. “Your father always said you’d make sumfin of yourself but, I never saw it.” She swip...
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