His words ring through me like a game of telephone, where my mom beginswith a whisperinto one ear,two ears,three ears,until it reaches the head of the table and God says,“Everything will not be okay,but I am here with youalways.”And like in telephone,it is hard for me to trust the last person more than the first.
-Jackie Viramontez
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