” You said you loved me. You said I was important to you. You said I was special.”
” Ya, well maybe I did kid. I don’t remember. How the hell am I supposed to remember when I don’t feel good most days?”
” You ain’t sick mom, you’re just drunk all the time.” ” Dammit kid, go away, leave me alone. I have a headache.”
Molly turned around with head held low and shuffled her feet to her bedroom.…
Who I am 
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