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NORMALLY, MY MOTHER WAS HOME WHEN I WAS there. Not because she had something to do. Just to be there. I don’t know what happened to her, to me, or us. One day, I was watching TV with my head in her lap, and the next day she became like the noise the fridge makes: you don’t realize how much it’s annoying you till it stops. And when the hum starts up again, it drives you crazy. Maybe it was because of all the babies she lost. That’s what my dad said it was. I had to be nice to her, and patient, because she had a lot of pain. But my pain, nobody gave a shit about my pain. And that caused me pain, and it was like the thing with the chicken and the egg.