Mother was a beautiful young woman; the house was too plain, too small to contain her. I watched her; for the first time I understood that she had an inner life that didn’t have anything to do with me or my brothers and sisters.

Mother was a beautiful young woman; the house was too plain, too small to contain her. I watched her; for the first time I understood that she had an inner life that didn’t have anything to do with me or my brothers and sisters.

– Ayana Mathis –

The Twelve Tribes of Hattie

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