Memories


“Ahhhhh Nina, it’s so good to see you.” he beamed as he hugged her.

She remembered the day he threw her out of the house. “No child of mine can be homosexual, never darken my doorstep again.” he had said
She was grateful for the Alzheimer’s and the memories that had fallen by the wayside.
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