away from the monster, I thought the camera turned my mom into. Nowadays, the roles have reversed, and I’m hunting my mother down to take my picture. At this point in my life, I cherish pictures, or one-way tickets to relive the good ol’ days and memories from the past. “Let go! Let go! I can do it!” I recall shouting with a shrill cry that only a determined, boisterous, little girl, like my six-year old self, could muster. On a beautiful, spring day, in no other place than my magical home, I accomplished…
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