Cara

The drive with Aunt Becky had helped to wake up Cara.  She read quickly, hyper aware of the fact that her mother had once been sixteen like she was.

Naturally, her mother must have been a pregnant teen, but Cara had never really dwelled on this before.  Her mother was old.  Of course, she was younger than other parents, but she’d always been much older than Cara.  “She was the same age I am now,” she said aloud to her quiet room.

Cara recalled an early memory which came to her, unbidden, at odd moments.  She was sitting in the back seat of a car, tucked under a blanket while her mother drove.  Her mother was crying and driving very fast.  Cara was afraid and angry with her mother for scaring her.  She had finally yelle...

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