I watched my mother light a match and throw it into the aluminium bowl. Then ripping off the part of the letter she got, she threw the piece into bowl.

This was not the first time I’ve seen her do this. When I asked her what she was doing the first time I had the guts to, she said that the was burning away all the evil spirits. This was when I was four, later on after one of the fires, when my mom went upstairs I looked at some of the pieces of paper that weren’t burnt too much and saw part of my moms name and our address. The truth was that she was just burning her personal information; my mom was paranoid like that.

I looked up from the bowl to find my mother looking at me, her short curly brown hair slightly covering her warm brown eyes.

“Lilah?” she said my name.

“Yes mommy?”

“Let’s go see a movie.”

After that, it last time she ever burned anything. We went to the moives, had popcorn, laughed and she met a man. It started slow with a dates, but then all of a sudden I was a flower girl at my mothers second marriage. Her paranoia seemed to be geeting better, everything was perfect. Until the truth came out.

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