Bitter Orange Blossoms

Mother untangles my long, brown hair that spills into her bony hands, shining like polished wood in the dim candlelight of the room. I bite my tongue to keep from wincing when she tugs at stubborn knots. Watching the rising moon, I sniff the breath of orange blossoms on the wind. Tomorrow, I will pluck …

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