THE STORY MY MOTHER WOULDN'T TELL

Sophia was 18 years old, a mother of 2. Calling her “the Experience” destroys the bondage of the natural love of a mother that was never fulfilled. Meet Cherry, the eldest daughter, who felt muted. The memories were waking up. Cherry found the escape plan, a pathway. God’s promises are worth fighting for. She kept running from Sophia! Living had become unbearable. I felt the hardwood floor as the guests stared, it was a dizzy situation. A large puddle of blood was behind my head. It was sticky and damp in the parts of my hair, the braids were still neat. My scalp was somewhat reddish and swollen. Dr. Longfellow helped and all the adult drinking, clapping and laughter was silenced. The tension in the room was bloodier. Inez said, ‘Get ice, Sophia!’ She acted as if she lost her breath, leaving me flat on the floor in the puddle.