Been thinkin about Mommy lately!
I mean I think about her from time to time, but it has been more frequent for some reason?
When in "pensive mood"! I love that shit! Read it in one of my favorite poems, "Daffodils"! Liked that shit ever since! Anyway...
We were havin one of our many conversations and shit.
She said, "My Father was a pedophile?"
'Your Father? My Grand Father?!' I said.
"Yes! A nasty filthy pedophile!" She said looking off into the distance.
'I'm eighteen years old Mommy I haven't ever heard anything like that from anyone in the family.'
"Meredith. That's the way sometimes good and evil families are."...
(Peace! More to come...)
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