Like Dying

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Well, it felt like dying.

I was maybe six. I was playing outside, in the backyard, with my little brother. Dad was at work and Mom was … well, wherever she was. Look, she wasn’t a drunk or anything. She was just terribly sad. When I was a teenager, Dad took her to the doctor and she started taking pills and she seemed to do better. I don’t know. It was always hard to tell with Mom.

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