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CHAPTER TWO
M
y very early memories are of my mom
and I living together somewhere—I don’t
recall if there were any other family
members around. I was about four or five years old
when I was told that we were going to the country to
visit family. I was super excited; I couldn’t contain
myself.
We were up early one morning to catch a bus, and it was
so packed we barely got a seat. There were frequent
stops along the way. Sometimes I thought it was going
to turn over when it was turning a corner. It made me
sick to my stomach; I wanted to throw up.
We got off this thing after traveling for hours and hours
because it started smoking. Then we waited for a few
more hours. After that, we got back on and started all
over again, making our way home. Our stop was in
Mandeville — that was where everyone actually got off
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