The Miserable – Tammy Tsonis

I was born to be miserable like my mother and her mother before her.  I was five then first time I questioned my destiny. I ran toward the kitchen for a Hostess twinkie – my favorite snack – and saw my mother crying. Tears rolled down her red cheeks, as she held a dirty mop...

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