.kuba (lotophagous) wrote,

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joys of family holidays

my mother told a sweet story from my childhood today.

i was one year old and i didn't spoke. i just didn't. not a single word left my lips. no dada or mama. nothing. my parents were worrried of course and thought i was mentally retarded. until the day my mother was bathing me, talking to me with a fading hope that i'd understand what she was saying.

'Kuba, darling, who gave you those bruses on your upper arms?', my mother asked.
'Oscinska, that whore', were kuba's first words.

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