the places i come from : part i
I told someone once —
He had to be more there or not there at all just go away because the way I grew up, I never knew if anyone was coming back for me after they dropped me off.
What I maybe left out was, you could not count on the ground or buildings still being there either.
::: to be continued :::
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powerful intro. i’m already visualizing and weaving a story on my own…
Do tell more!
Your tags are equally entrancing. Wondering where it’s going…
My mom left me at the babysitter for a week once. Didn’t say when she’d come back or where she was going. there was a busy street in front of that house and every time a black oldsmobile would pass, I’d claw at the door to get out, thinking it was my mother.
I’m still mad at her for that shit. LOL.
I wish we could stop being mad at that stuff.