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I walk spirit like to the woman who's ruined my life. Now calling me like her child. Like one whom she truly loves. I know for a fact, I can never love this monster for separating me from my family and the only woman I know and love as a mother.

I find her at a table. On the table before she is plates that are covered. She tells me to sit. And I obey with a lump in my throat. Heaven knows I am so not comfortable being alone with this white monster. How can she not have emotions to understand my nostalgia would only grow.

"So how are you feeling now?" She questions.

"I.. I... Thank you. " I reply thanking her for curing my leukemia. I can't say I'm fine cause I'm honestly not. I f*cking miss home and as long as that is a fact, I can't be fine!.

"You can drink," she says.

"N. No thank you. " I refuse in fear and distrust.

"Drink! " she orders and I rapidly pick the cup and draw it up to my lips.

"What's your take on love? " she qu