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by Amy Marques
In fourth grade, my mother outgrew the rural one-room schoolhouse where her mother taught. She was sent to school in town, notebooks carefully re-covered with wrapping paper, gifts for a diligent student. There, she met her first bully: her mother’s rival, my mother’s teacher. Each notebook cover ravished, wrapping torn with the care of children on Christmas morning. Each page filled with red marks declaring her wrong, wrong. So wrong.
Amy Marques strives (with varying degrees of success) to say more using less words. More of her art and words at https://amybookwhisperer.wordpress.com.
[1] suddenly, quickly
