Status Updates From Sweetness

This story feels so sad, like I'm reading someone explaining how they let themselves be a doormat, their life be a doormat.

"I told her to call me “Sweetness” instead of “Mother” or “Mama.” It was safer. Her being that black and having what I think are too thick lips and calling me “Mama” would’ve confused people. Besides, she has funny-colored eyes, crow black with a blue tint—something witchy about them, too."

short stories carrying me to my reading
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a world where you’d be the last one hired and the first one fired.