"I miss my mama. She's been gone nine years and two months, and I think about her every day, Monday through Sunday. I miss her cooking, her nice personality, her bright smile. She worked at Methodist Hospital in Housekeeping, and she was a white woman. Not mixed, but all white. Write that down. I told her, 'You fed me, you put clothes on my back, you sent me to school. You raised me. I'm young, and now I'll do for you.' I helped my mama every way I could. When I think about her being gone, I feel the tears coming up in my eyes. A lot of people don't cry, but I do. If I hold the tears in, it hurts me, but if I get 'em out, I feel better."
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