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"I know you were calling Luke because you wanted to ask him for money. Don't you dare ask my husband for money, mother." I say, moving closer to her. "I know you too well." I say , handing her a napkin. "I'll make sure you never get a dime from him."

Her hand meets with my face in less than a second. I frown but recompose my self. I avoid eye contact with her. 

"For God's sake Natalie, is this how you speak to your own mother? Please, have some respect! Fear the Lord." She says as she flips her hair. 

"Did your fear the Lord  when you sold your only child for money? Please, mom. Drop the act. You aren't one to talk. Don't be a hypocrite." I say and turn to leave. At this point I wanted to cry. I was at the verge of breaking down. It was evident that I meant absolutely nothing to my mother and she was willing to go far to get whatever she wanted, even if it meant making my life a living hell.

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