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From a very young age, I barely had any book time. I would occasionally ask for mama to read to me but she always looked down, frowned and said “not tonight.” All the other kids got their parents to read to them. It was no fair. I didn’t like reading, the sound of one of parent’s tired voice after dealing with their crap talking boss made me feel so comforted. My father, with his smooth baritone, reading Love You Forever as I slowly drifted into sleep, until the book inevitably ended and jolted me back awake. I would lie there, staring at the ceiling, counting to 100, counting my breaths, but it never helped. Many hours passed by until I eventually fell into a relaxing slumber.
My mother, as much as she loved reading for herself and to others,
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