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Fights

The never-ending onslaught of shouting between my mother and grandmother is a maddening pressure, a suffocating weight that threatens to crush me. I'm powerless as my mom's voice seems to reach new heights of rage, her screams reverberating off the walls until they fill the room. Shouting incidents from her past, stories about how she was abused. I recall all of the moments I've had to endure my mother's rage; but never like this. It happens with such speed that I always forget to document it, as no one will ever believe me.










































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