on November 5, 2013

Home use to be a place

Where the atmosphere was warm, and inviting.

It was a place where family came in celebration of something

Or just to lay in mom’s bed.

Yet now it’s just shattered picture of existing memories

No smiles, no welcome home just tossed out to a complete stranger.

The question that always is going to stay in her mind is why you sent for her to come home if everybody was going to abuse her?

What if everybody didn’t know my story, but if you knew my story and you knew what they were planning why you would want them to hurt me more?



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