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Sarah
Age 15
I didn’t hate my mother. But I couldn’t say I loved her.
She’d killed any affection I might’ve felt for her when I’d watched her sell my brother off to the wicked neighbor lady.
It had happened years ago, back when we’d been living in Florida. But it still haunted me to this day.
We’d been a couple months behind on the rent, so Mrs. Garrison had come to collect it since she owned the house we lived in. She and Mom had gone a few rounds, Mrs. Garrison threatening eviction, and Mom begging for leniency.
“Patricia, please. There has to be something I can do to convince you to give me just a little more time. Our next check from the state comes in this—”
“I’m sorry, Dawn.” Mrs. Garrison lifted her hands to cut Mom off. “But I’ve already allowed you to get this far behind
