Restoration

*Stanly*

Six whole months. Six whole months. It’s been six months since mom went to the mental hospital. She gets out today. I am not looking forward to this. Why? For those who haven’t read My Wall, I will tell you. My mom is one screwed up woman. Many things have messed up her life. Drugs, Debbie, St. Loy’s Hand, and her self-isolation are all to blame. I’m surprised she hasn’t killed anyone or herself!

Dad went to go pick her up. I chose to stay home. It’s strange. I was angry for dad taking mom to the mental hospital on New Year’s Day. We made a pact not to take her there. But, my mom is there now. She will be home by noon. I pace around a bit. I really am not enjoying this. It’s like going to get your organs removed. I hate to see her face now. I’m scared just thinking about it.

Then, the door to our dorm unlocks. I slowly turn my head. Here it comes. This is the moment of truth. I braced myself for a new wave of Hell. Then, the door opened wide

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