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Weekly Contest #339
My mother had always been sad. It seemed to follow her around in a thick haze. When I was 7 I would draw her with a raincloud hovering above her, distinguishing her from everyone else I knew. I could tell she didn’t appreciate my depictions of her, but she still kept most of them stashed in a small accordion binder she stored in her desk. I remember finding it when I was cleaning out her possessions. To this day when I see her, it’s very rarely in moments, but rather things she did. She would use any excuse she could to stay in the bathroom....
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