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THE KITCHEN TABLE

I was very young then maybe three or four years, but I remember this like it happened just yesterday, I will always remember it too. Because I saw and heard something that made me the women that I am today. When I would wake up to my mother's voice late at night I never thought much about it. Until one night I heard my mother saying 'my children don't have no food' 'my children don't have no shoes'. I got out of the bed, I wanted to see who she was talking to.
No one else was there, no one else just her. I was young, but I knew I didn't see any body there with her. It was then that I thought to ask my mother. 'who you talking too'. She looked... and said 'go back to bed, I'm talking to the man upstairs'. Well there was man upstairs I know that, but in my young mind it just didn't make sense, since the man upstairs didn't seem fit for my mother to talk to like that. Just didn't make sense.
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