February 22, 2016

“It was late when we buried mother. The moon was high above the house and there were no lights. The funeral guests yawned exaggeratedly with their hands hovering in front of their mouths. Sister, brother, and I carried mother up from the basement. A fresh blanket was wrapped around her face so that we did not have to look at her. We did not think we could bury her when her face was revealed.”


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