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    A mother of two children struggles with the responsibilities of motherhood and a difficult marriage while longing for her past freedoms as a student. She resents any advice from others and cries when thinking of her past. The narrator sees parallels in their lives and is glad they pursued their dreams instead of waiting for things to work out on their own.

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    A mother of two children struggles with the responsibilities of motherhood and a difficult marriage while longing for her past freedoms as a student. She resents any advice from others and cries when thinking of her past. The narrator sees parallels in their lives and is glad they pursued their dreams instead of waiting for things to work out on their own.

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    A mother of two children struggles with the responsibilities of motherhood and a difficult marriage while longing for her past freedoms as a student. She resents any advice from others and cries when thinking of her past. The narrator sees parallels in their lives and is glad they pursued their dreams instead of waiting for things to work out on their own.

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    WELL MET Jaime Alfredo Cabrera A mother now, of two angels that bedevil her nights and days

    and a husband that rained her tears after the of best intentions

    Shes scrubbed of dreams but selfish ways still cling like the red bougainvillea that clouds scarlet our summer days we pretend are here again
    Image courtesy of alz-org-northern-mi.blogspot.com

    Im no teacher now so she binds any suggestion so resentful is she that she cries when she spies the student freedoms of her days

    painted lips and scheming smiles for the right male to begin her name a crown she did not think would wring her out of her dreams

    I take her to the waiting flight to say goodbye, I sigh, where would I be if like her Id waited for the paint to dry so I could round the next corner? 10/12/06 6:18:23 PM

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