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Seven Years Ago

“Mom! Mommy, Mommy, Mommy!” ten year old Koren Fellows chanted while racing into the kitchen. The girl’s tight brown braid bounced wildly with her motion as she came skidding to a stop at the sight of who her mother was talking to. Ew, Mrs. Nunez. She was old, smelled weird, and always hogged the big television whenever she babysat so she could watch those stupid Mexican soap operas that Koren couldn’t even understand because they didn’t speak English. If she was here, that meant…

“I wanna go with you!” Koren declared abruptly. True, she had absolutely no idea where her mother was going, but given the choice between staying with smelly Mrs. Nunez while the woman alternately cried and shouted at her Mexican soap opera, or hanging around while her mother went grocery shopping or whatever she was doing, the girl knew exactly which one…