Our mother died
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EnglishVoice Age
Young Adult (18-35)Accents
African (General)Transcript
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all mother died expecting. We traveled through the dirt road selling Lee become by dream and desperate voices. We create that profiteers and dried I'd Wailers as they all show offs into the wardroom chalk where our mother died facing the door, expecting we have come from the city's aspirational, aimed to redeem the doors she left behind. She from the tribe of we men would treat its weight toe by us ourselves into spaces that permits the portion of the city where desire leave all more. The required was that we came back in cities like machines to whisk her away in food, lay eyes on heart. Awaiting their turn. She waited, expecting with ST whole when money wasn't up been able to go. She sent Prius boasting to anyone with kids to know about her sons, who went up to the rainbow soon to return. With parts off gold in the city, we would stumps. We go damn continually living those too tired to recording foods off opportunity to say thes Citigroup. We horse sold to the drumbeats off motors expectations, modern day missiles bearing the cross of an entire Laney on our university set of Fight Shorter's charged with redemption. The last time we spoke over the phone, it was Christmas. All they had the money was a wallet pregnant with hope and pockets. Bo goes with shame. I promise to come see her in the new year. A promised. I never remember standing your eyes and hearts. Scanning detained by eight contraption that holds has can't remains. I can barely breathe, afraid to talk on the linger in expectations off her spirit. So I stunned in the house off death I who have come from the city with my dreams to redeem the only thing that's left.