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Love is a four letter word.
Love is a four letter word. She slept curled against the her body keeping them warm, a barrier from falling to the floor in the night. The sounds never ceased around her. Always someone moving, someone coughing , moaning. Last night they slept in an atm and she spread her coat over all of them, her body a sort of mattress as they clung to her for warmth. Tonight was better, they were full, so full they slept and they’d had showers, babies that smelled like babies again. Her breath hitched as a woman came to kneel by her bed. “We have a room.” “A room?” “Yes, in a family shelter. You can move in tomorrow.” “Is it safe?” “Is this?” She nodded. “They will help you find housing. It’s their job”. She turned her head back to the pillow, feeling the woman pat her shoulder as she left. A shelter. Should she wake them now? her heart beat faster. When the woke up to the sun in their eyes, they held onto each other as they always did. The oldest one saw the lady with the red curls coming towards them and pulled the others tighter. “Hey, good morning, where’s your mama?” They all shook their heads. But no one said a word. They weren’t allowed to say words. Words were dangerous. It took nearly 6 weeks to get them home to their parents. You cannot conceive the many without the one. |
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There are way to many kids, women and families in these situations in what is supposed to be such a great and wealthy country. But it is good that there are systems to help at least in some places. Vive La Difference
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Very evocative again McWickster, harrowing.......
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Excellent writing.
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Thank you for your efforts to make others aware of the less fortunate in this world.
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