tự sự bà già

tự sự bà già

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I remember the kitchen in our Detroit home, how the linoleum floor had worn patches near the sink where my mother stood for hours. The yellow curtains she'd sewn herself would dance in the summer breeze, carrying the scent of her coffee and fresh-baked bread. Those memories still haunt me.