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She smiles and says hello in an oh-too-sweet voice. She reads the bible and says she's a saved woman. She conducts bible study every sunday with her sister, making sure her children take notes and behave like little angels. She laughs with a twinkle in her eyes and makes movements in the air with her hands whenever she talks, always in a buisness like matter. She makes jokes with her youngest two out three children, 15 and 13. She sprinkles sugar coated smiles and caresses over her loving family.

She nonchalantly tunes out and forgets her middle one's argument about not wanting to be a christian. She belittles her children when she's in a bad mood. She tells her two youngest children not to walk in the shoes of the oldest, the 23 yr old, the one who rebels and has almost turned her back fully on her. She yells that they're her children, her children and nothing more. She yells that they are nothing and will never be anything. She slaps them across the head and against the shoulders and arms, the pain echoing in the hearts of the children who watch. She dares her children to do something to her, dares them to try to hit her back, only so she can hit them harder.

She'll feel the pain when her children grow older and go off to college. She'll feel the pain when she falls on her feet and finds the backs of her children in front of her. She'll feel the pain when her husband can no longer take her actions and follows her children. She'll feel the pain when they all go away. They'll all go away. One day, they'll all go away.

She'll be all alone, ripped and frayed bible in one hand, a picture in the other. A picture of the people she drove away. A picture of those she loved, and yet of those she hated. She'll be alone. All alone.