When Lola was 17, her mother threw her out of the house. Weeks
later, her younger sister ran away too and moved in with her. They grew a
backbone, while struggling to stay in high school, and care for one another. There
is no mine. They worked retail jobs and often ate at shelters, and sometimes
dated drug dealers that bought them groceries.
Lola would sometimes see her so called mother at weddings
and funerals. They would barely exchange a few words. On mother's day, Lola's
sister gives her sunflowers. Lola is the only mother she'll ever have or need.
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