Story of my mother

So when I started 4th grade, there was a program in my school where you could learn an instrument and play in the band.

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They wanted minimum intervention. Every time she mentioned the pain, I told her another lie, until eventually she gave in. I started reading them on the bus on the way home, almost immediately flipping to the end sections on delivery. She was all right.

I just couldn't.

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It sounds like your mom passed on her morals and values to you. I hardly ever do this. She was. Nearly 20 years ago I was inspired by a local muralist to paint a mural at my kids' school. I was born in Philippines and I spent most of my childhood there, then we moved in Canada. Just one. He thanked me and I wished them both good luck. The story I have always told her goes something like this: "I woke in the morning, and I knew you were coming. I cannot explain it, but when she is around I feel safe and happy.

When we got to the tow yard, there were piles of cars stacked in the lot. They wanted drug-free births. She gets anxious when I ask her to consider what there is and is not behind and between us; she almost always feels attacked.

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