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Submitted to Contest #160
The high pitched tone from his alarm clock woke Robert Smith up. With his almond brown curls matted, he hungrily trudged into the kitchen. He knew not to complain as he entered the room. Dust covered the floor, countertops, tables, and chairs. Robert’s mother, Mary, stood over the stove top wiping off the dust. Her body weak and slim from lack of food. The smile she wore told a different story from her eyes. Her smile showed joy, hope, happiness. Whilst her eyes were that of worry, fear, and sorrow. He felt the need to take care of his fa...
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