Entry 4AMBdv7V
My Death Was Your Cleanest Mess
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1 chapter · 1 chapter readable hereAbstract
My mother's OCD was a physical weight in our house.
Once, when I was ten, I walked barefoot across the hardwood floor. She took the green motherboard of a broken computer and whipped the soles of my feet until they bled.
"Do you have any idea how many germs are on that floor? Are you trying to track them into every single room?"
So when Thanksgiving came around, and my little sister Naomi was walking around the kitchen, eating a slice of the greasy meat pie Mom had spent hours baking, and dropped it face down on the hardwood, my heart leaped straight into my throat.
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