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The worn leather wrinkles under my cheek as it has for three days now. I spend my nights stretched across two cushions, folding in on myself as I wait. And wait. And wait. Mom hasn’t come back yet I know that she will, because she always has. My not-old-enough-older-sister reminds me of this fact. I don’t feel sad, or scared, or maybe anything at all. I only feel the cracks in this couch. I stop playing with my baby dolls.
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May 20
May 20, 2026 at 12:42 AM UTC
Neglect
The worn leather wrinkles under my cheek as it has for three days now. I spend my nights stretched across two cushions, folding in on myself as I wait. And wait. And wait. Mom hasn’t come back yet I know that she will, because she always has. My not-old-enough-older-sister reminds me of this fact. I don’t feel sad, or scared, or maybe anything at all. I only feel the cracks in this couch. I stop playing with my baby dolls.
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May 20
May 20, 2026 at 12:42 AM UTC
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