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I do not remember hugs or kisses or sweet-smelling pies. My first memory of my mother is her leaving me on the doorsteps of strangers, promising to return.
I do not remember hugs or kisses or sweet-smelling pies. My first memory of my mother is her leaving me on the doorsteps of strangers, promising to return.