

ConflictIn the house, a baby cried. In his room, one naked light bulb cast a hard glow on the ramshackle crib. It was lopsided, and only the legs had been varnished. The harsh glare of dawn poked through the bent shutters. A woman came rushing in, and lifted the child up to her shoulder. There there, every thing's gonna be okay, momma's here now, hush your little crying, The mother breathed to the baby as she lifted it out of it's crib. She held the baby and sat, with her back to the peeling yellow wallpaper.Conflict
On the warped hardwood floor, she rocked back and forth, whispering, Every thing's okay n
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