Memories

Published September 10, 2022 by tindertender

When I was 2.5 years old my mother got busted with a suitor in the cafe she worked at. Dad pistol whipped him, putting him in the hospital. Told him he best leave town if he wanted to live. He did. My father left us. I remember laying on the floor of some cold brick building with my mother for sleep. This song was playing, and she was sobbing. I cried as she clutched me close to her chest.

Pain

And love

In one

Bittersweet

Moment

Every time I hear this song I relive that moment.

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