PHOTO PROMPT © Na’ama Yehuda 

Laundry had always been a big part of my life. Starting from second or third grade, I did my own laundry and wouldn’t let anyone else wash my socks. My mom loved it and my brother didn’t understand. I just knew I could do my laundry the right way and as I got older I began to do the laundry of all my friends. I only had to make sure my mom wasn’t home when I was doing someone else’s laundry at our own house. But it was the only way I could get the drugs I wanted and needed. 

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