My mother didn’t respond to my shout.
She stood motionless, her gaze fixed on the floor, as if the mosaic tiles might swallow her whole and erase the moment. Her hands trembled, not from fear of me, but from shame.
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My mother didn’t respond to my shout.
She stood motionless, her gaze fixed on the floor, as if the mosaic tiles might swallow her whole and erase the moment. Her hands trembled, not from fear of me, but from shame.
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