When I was a little girl, we moved to the countryside, far away from town. On the night the bottle came out, my ma propelled me toward the back door. “Hide in the garden.” I ran and hid among the overgrown brush. I heard ma’s cries from the place where I hid. When I no … Continue reading Hidden in the Garden
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