My neck bristled when I heard the telephone ring.
I have been waiting years for the call.
Perhaps I will be able to free myself today.
I remember the time I soiled the carpet.
My mother was angry and I was crying.
I wanted to run; I wanted to hide my shame.
Since then, I have been unable to relax anywhere.
My anxious mind is always full of worry.
I want to cry out, but I am always afraid.
After years of waiting, she is calling today.
I do not know what to say.
My mind has stopped and I am alone.
W. Wayne B.
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