My mom cared.
Kay was a lover, a fighter, and brave enough to go deep inside herself and poke around those places that keep us up at night and make us hurt.
She was decent enough not to report out what she discovered, because I reckon she figured we all had sore spots, so why complain?
She had piercing green eyes — I mean, beautiful eyes that nobody had — …
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