SUMMER’S POINT OF VIEW.“Hello, mother.” I said with a wide smile and held the bouquet of roses to her. My mother, dressed in expensive silk, her diamonds almost blinding, glared at me, nothing short of shock in her eyes, as her lips parted, and next thing I knew, the shock disappeared, replaced by a snarl across her lips. I won't lie; that stung. The last time my mother and I shared eye contact, talk less of such proximity without glass between us, was five years ago when I was sentenced. “Come on, Mom. Not even a hug for your second daughter.” I forced a smile and tried to act as nonchalant as possible, even though it felt like I’d been gutted. I knew they didn’t like me, but this cold reaction was nothing any child could live with. “What the hell are you doing here?” She whispered, her eyes darting behind her now and then as though afraid someone would see me. “How the hell are you even out?”The smile turned to a frown real quick, my hope dashed as I said, “Mom… you didn’t know
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