Excerpt from CHAPTER 2
Many nights I longed to take a bath after being outside all day, but
most of the time the tub was overflowing with dirty clothes. Mommy
would begin to wash the clothes by hand but would never finish. The
laundry would sit there for days, creating a stench that filled the
whole house, smelling like mildew and rotten fish mixed together. The
clothes appeared to be floating on top of a dirty swamp with worms
forming from the dampness.
The only lights that we had in our
apartment were placed in the hallway, kitchen, and bathroom. We usually
kept the bathroom door closed, because of the regular funk we were
seeking to avoid. The apartment was always dark and depressing. My
eyes were accustomed to seeing in the dark. So I would just go straight
to me and my sisters' bedroom, climb in bed, and sleep – on sheets that
were changed maybe six times a year.
The four walls in our room contained dirty footprints and magazine
posters. The windows were decorated with sheets instead of curtains.
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