I was a fly on the wall growing up: tucked away in the closet, perched at the top of the stairs or sitting on my bedroom floor with my back up against the door anticipating for the knob to click. The living room at my mother’s house was a wrestling ring with no referees. Each fight had the same storyline but my sister and mother were fighting for a different prize. My sister wanted to race to the...
Fly On The Wall | Mercedes Money Excerpt (Short)
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