My Head Of The Refrigerator

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My eyes darted to the top of the fridge. The answer waited right there, in a crumpled up ziplock bag. Finally a solution to my problem. Tears collected in the tear ducts of my eyes. My mother’s angry movements pushed me further, encouraged me even. I was ready for any type of change. A time for me to take a stand. I saw it as my last resort and nothing was going to stop me. The choice was up to me. I dropped the knife out of my clutched hands and easily reached over my mom who was standing in front of me. The feeling of my body shifting to my solution eased my troubling mind. At the time, I saw this as my escape. The escape in which no one could take away from me. And so, with great ease, I snatched the plastic bag off the refrigerator. To…show more content…
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