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It was with an aberrant fear that Mum ran. She held me, shielded in her arms, as if I would be snatched from her. She avoided the roads in the raucous sunlight of midday but would shiver and stumble from terror in the night.
She would trip and she would stumble, sometimes cursing, sometimes whimpering like a child. I was six and I was silent.
In sunlit hours, buried in inconspicuous hiding places, I slept, fitful alongside my nightmarish parent, my mind churning with a haze of panic. I never knew why I woke up crying. I never remembered the nightmares.
Sometimes my mother would scream while she slept; murderously, terrorized. When she woke, she would gather me in her arms and run as best she could, bleeding feet leading the journey.
It was a slow process, running away.
Sometimes, Mum would trip and fall, sprawled out across the ground. When she did, I would tumble from her arms onto the jagged rocks of the surrounding terrain. I would lie motionlessly, shivering from the frigid air.
Mum would pick me up; she would hold me closer…
…we ran until winter caught up with us …
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