It was a Sunday. I'll start off with that. I remember this small detail because everything seemed to go right in my family on a Sunday. It's as if we had a reverse curse on us. Most people despised Sundays, but we loved them.

I went to check on my mother whom at the time was having trouble sleeping at night. I expected to her to still be asleep. It was fairly early for a weekend of the pleasant time of nine o'clock, and she typically fell asleep around four or five A.M.

I was correct, she was sleeping, and God damn did she look so peaceful. She resembled a rag-doll. I smiled. It was not often that she was in a state of mind where she appeared to be tranquil.

I covered her up with a blanket, and let her be. Let he live out the beautiful moment of serenity she's craved ever since sh...

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