http://slow.writerscafe.org/BlackROTC21q The original writings of author Dana Faith Black en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776051835 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 “Mama I'm hungry.” I wailed and cried as I clung to my mother's skirt. “Shh...” My mother chided quietly. “We're almost there.” She patted my head and smoothed my hair down assuredly. We were walking through snow. Nothing but freezing, soft, white flakes of pain. .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/BlackROTC21q/1188001/