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  2005-12-13 / 9:11 a.m.
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So, my Grandma (my mom's Mom) just got out of the hospital Monday, after a week's stay. She had a lot of fluid built up around her heart and in her chest that had to be drained off. She's doing better now. I called her last night check in on her and see how she was getting along. The first few times I tried her number it rang busy. I could tell by the way my receiver scorched my hand each time that it was my mom blocking my call with her bullshit. When I got through, my aunt (who flew out to help my Grandparents while Grandma recupirates) answered the phone. I had read her mom's letter to me, but I asked her not to mention it to my Grandparents because with Grandma being ill, they had enough to deal with and also, they're 2000 miles away--what the hell can they do anyway?

"Grandma knows about the letter. I didn't tell her about it, your mom did."

The hell you say.

"You're mom told Grandma she kept a copy of he letter so there would be no lies about what she really wrote."

Whoa, pony. Kept a copy so there'd be no lies....why the fuck is she defensive? No one tried to steal her kids! And it really is rich that she is prepared for me to lie, considering she bold-faced fucking lied in said letter about going to counseling, and that her entire letter, on the whole, is dishonest.

"Grandma told me that she didn't care what your mom's letter said and that she's off her rocker."

GO GRANNY!!!!!

I strive to find a shred of good, a silver lining, if you will, in any situation. And the sheer beauty of these circumstances with mom and Abby is that I never had to say a negative thing about them to get the family to frown on how they've treated me. It has been their own actions and words that has been their undoing. And that, my friend, is as silver as it gets.

 
   

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Bits of fire in the sky push me east back home. I used to live in flames but it's hard on the wings. Choke me. Smoke me. Scare me back. You try but you just can't. I peel the layers in my spare time, and you're easy to see through. I can fly, I've discovered on my own. I may be the lesser butterfly but my wings are just as strong. Who are you to tell me to find a place to land? I may be the lesser butterfly but baby watch me glide.

 

 

 
       

 




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