If she was still wid us she would be 21. Staring out of the staircase window curling her short hair wid her fingertips. We'd be drinking and laughing together, running toward the sun like it was God in the valley of Gedhi (Get High). Tripping over our heels in delight pointing to the corner and its residents laughing at they boredom. I miss her...
R.I.P. Ma
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