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Luther And His Mother's Heart-To-Heart Conversation

LUTHER'S POV.

It was a couple of minutes after six in the evening. I was in my room and I was lying on my bed. I was wearing a red T-shirt and black shorts.

Suddenly, the doorbell rang and I rose from the bed. I walked to the door and opened it. I was taken aback to see my mom with an injured face.

Her face was slightly swollen and plastered in two places; one on her nose and one under her lower lips. My eyes widened with shock and my mouth was agape.

"Oh, my goodness! Mom, what happened to you?" I asked with shock in my voice.

She didn't respond as she entered the room and walked toward the sofa. She sat down, and started sobbing. I quickly walked up to her and crouched in front of her.

"Mom, please, answer me. What happened to you? Did you have an accident?" I asked with concern.

"It wasn't an accident. It was Martin who beat me up. He injured my face and my leg was dislocated when I fell. I'm just coming from the hos
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