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Debt collectors came every day.
The neighbors hated them.
Mom and I were dealing with the divorce, we
didn’t have time for them.
A week later, Cindy showed up at our door.
I was on guard.
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Like mother, like daughter.
I looked at her hand. “What do you want?”
Cindy smiled.
The hallway light showed her scars.
“I just want…”
She threw something at me.
I closed the door.
It hit the floor and burned the carpet.
Then, I heard her yelling.
“It’s not my family’s fault, it’s yours!
I’ll burn your face with acid!”
My heart raced.
I called the police.
Before they arrived, I smelled smoke.
I sat up, thinking I was back in time.
I opened the door, and smoke poured out of
the apartment next door.
I called the police and knocked on the doors
upstairs. We escaped.
“Mom, it’s okay. We just need to get
downstairs.”
I didn’t care about it.
The firefighters arrived.
But no one survived.
The neighbors said, “Why does this keep
happening? Is it a curse?”
The firefighter shook his head. “It was on
purpose.
The parents couldn’t move. We couldn’t save
them.
The girl was throwing things to the other side,
and started the fire.”
I held my breath.
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Cindy tried to kill me.
She didn’t care about herself.
They couldn’t move, so they died.
Now David was dead, and Mom didn’t have to
deal with the divorce.
It was better this way.
Mom and I moved.
I went to college, and Mom traveled the world
with David’s money.
She sent me pictures of her.
Sometimes, there was a young guy with her.
I asked her if she would get married.
She said, “I realized I love it being forty, men
are just fun, if you pick the same one forever,
there’s no joy.”
“If I pick another loser, I’ll be in pain.”
I thought she was right.
Without the loser, our lives would be great
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