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Half an hour later I'm driving with the windows down and the speedometer at seventy. I'm on the open road again, traveling to God knows where and wondering what my name will be next.
The safe is empty, and I'm not quite sure if I want to try to fill it up again or not. I suppose I could; at least I would be trying to do what I could for my broken family and my past life.
Today, my name is Teresa, and I am the mother of a child with cancer. Tomorrow, who knows what my name will be.
- COMMENTS
Anonymousover 3 years agoShe's one fucked up narcissistic cunt. Her husband should have divorced her for abandonment but he has more pressing matters taking care of his dying child. Hope she has a miserable life.
Anonymousover 17 years agoQuite a poignant tale once you get into it, the emotion still lingering long after you've finished.
