The Mirror.....
I see her every day at Mass, frumpish, about 60, shaved head with a little longer bit at the top, like a man’s. She wears thick glasses and a long handle purse across her chest. I don’t know her name.
I also don’t remember when she began to notice me and smile. I can’t imagine why, among all parishioners why she would more and more glance at me.
She says all the responses of the Mass, a bit loud, with a pronounced baby talk speech. That was my clue that she is mentally handicapped.
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I also don’t remember when she began to notice me and smile. I can’t imagine why, among all parishioners why she would more and more glance at me.
She says all the responses of the Mass, a bit loud, with a pronounced baby talk speech. That was my clue that she is mentally handicapped.
to keep reading...... http://theoutlawedgod.wordpress.com/2013/05/02/the-mirror/
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