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over the years i've tried to envision memories to fill the widening gap. only one true memory lingers, forever etched in my brain. the day that mom died changed everything about our family. it was just a few days before my third birthday and mom was working on sample cakes. my sis and i couldn't wait to taste a piece. yet, without warning, mom's head slammed against the kitchen table and gaping flesh flung across the room. as mom's body pounded against the kitchen floor, blood spattered across my lips and dripped onto the sample cake that had slid across the floor like a hockey puck. it would be the last homeade cake ever made for me. never again would our family enjoy mom's compion, wit and talent. never again would i be able to remember anything else about mother, other than the day she died. the paramedics seemed to take forever and when they showed up, they were suprised to see a black family living in a mostly white area...they were cold, slow and silent.