The cherished dark wood finally dusted, a beam of sunlight streamed showing the beautiful grain and workmanship of the piece. Sue felt on top of the world at this moment. Thoughts of the final insult her mother spat out before she left lingered, but Sue did as always after her mother’s confrontations came, clean! This chore was duplicated right after every visit her mother made. It was reminiscent of her childhood and after years of this, it seemed nothing was going to change. Sue fought it the only way she knew how.
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MLMM Monday Wordle #459
The Bag Lady 
Thanks for joining in Cheryl.
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