I have always hated math.
Numbers are not my friend.
I barely made it through Geometry in school,
although I learned new languages with ease.
I love words.
Words are usually my friends.
This week I heard some words mixed with numbers.
Remember numbers are not my friend.
My mother has 3 to 6 months to live.
I hate these words and numbers.
I love my mother and was not ready to hear these words.
I don’t have any more words right now.
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Published on October 14, 2016 13:47