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I never understood how my mother could work in her ‘corner’. I wouldn’t exactly call her a hoarder, but she never cleaned out her desk. Every time I tried to borrow her computer for a school project, I quickly became distracted by every single thing at her desk. Why did she have a receipt from 1989? Was the dinner so delicious she couldn’t bear to get rid of the fork that came with it? I had to touch everything on her desk before I even started working. Until the night I found my real birth certificate. Who am I, really?
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6 responses to “My Mother’s Corner”
Some things are perhaps better undiscovered
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Oh, that was unexpected. What a discovery! Her mother’s desk will never be the same again for her I expect – and that’s a sad thing
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I don’t know who you really are. But this was nicely done. 🙂
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This sounds like a great opening for a novel. Sort of Hank Phillippi Ryan style.
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Talk about a bombshell.
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Reward for being a snoop. If mother is still alive, ask her. But then you would have to admit to being a snoop. 😀
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