![]() Janean is lying on the couch in the same position she was in when I left for my shift at McDonald’s eight hours ago. That’s how my mother has spent her entire life. ![]() ![]() You focus heavily on the darkness in people in hopes of masking the true shade of your own darkness. I think when you’re the worst of people, finding the worst in others becomes a survival tactic of sorts. I once asked my mother, Janean, why she keeps a picture of Mother Teresa on our living room wall. In a trailer house, the walls crumble beneath your fingernails like chalk if you so much as scratch at them. ![]() The walls of a trailer house aren’t made of the same stuff walls in a normal house are made of. There’s a picture of Mother Teresa that hangs on our living room wall where a television would go if we could afford the kind of television that hangs on the wall, or even a home with the kind of walls that could hold a television. ![]()
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